"That's good." Charlene softened and demanded, "Take him aside and check if there is any hidden camera before throwing him out."

“Yes!”

When Blake was dragged aside for inspection, he raised his hands and dared not make a sound. Meanwhile, Charlene tidied up her hair and walked toward the door.

“Miss McKinsey.”

Charlene was blocked just when she took a step forward.

Charlene frowned. “It’s been two days, yet Bren is still unwilling to meet anyone?”

The bodyguard smiled obsequiously. “Yes. Mr. Brighthall is in poor health and in a bad mood, so he just wants to stay in the room alone.”

Charlene appeared to be Impatient, but she still said softly, "But at this juncture, Bren needs companions the most. If he is alone in the ward, doesn't it mean that no one will take care of him when he is thirsty? Open the door. I'm going to persuade him."

"Miss McKinsey, I'm really sorry. It's not like you don't know what happened last time. Mr. Brighthall hates others disobeying him the most. Pl