After all, that man was Brendan Brighthall!

Apart from having no concern about living a good life after marrying him, she would be respected and envied by others no matter where she was. She would not need to suck up to the Woods, be subservient to Joan, and live on Joan’s leftovers.

“It’s no pity. My family still has a strong hold in Eastgene without Brendan,” said Joan. “I hope that one of you can get on with Brendan. We’re besties, so we can help out each other when one of us marries Brendan. It’s a waste that…”

She heaved a sigh.

“It’s a waste what?” Zinerva’s interest was piqued, and she grew restless in her heart when she heard Joan’s sigh.

“It’s a waste that Brendan is already in a relationship.” Joan looked toward Deirdre. “It’s the woman seated opposite Brendan. She’s beautiful, isn’t she? She is a nobody and blind. Yet, she managed to make Brendan take her to an upper-class party just with her beauty. He is very affectionate to her.”

Zinerva stared at Deirdre’s face