“Yes, I was at the amusement park earlier. May I ask… Is there anything wrong?"

"There’s nothing." The woman said with hints of contempt, "I’m just very surprised. With your status, how did you get Mr. Brighthall’s favor? I just wanted to come to see what kind of personality charm you have. Now that I see..."

The woman laughed. "I’m here to see Mr. Brighthall, who’s used to various delicacies from the land and the sea, trying to taste some light porridge."

The expression on Deirdre's face froze for a moment. "What Mr. Brighthall?"

The woman raised her eyebrows. "Mr. Brighthall doesn't allow you to tell the public about your relationship with him, does he?"

Deirdre clenched her palms so tightly that her fingers were transparent. Though suffocating, she still restrained herself and calmed down. "I don't understand. Who is the Mr. Brighthall you're talking about?"

"Who is it?" The woman was surprised by Deirdre's question. "Naturally, the Mr. Brighthall I’m referring to is Brendan B