A bucket of ice-cold water was poured all over her face. Deirdre’s opened wide from shock.

She realized she could not move. Her limbs were tied.

The woman who had woken her up scanned her. Disgust was dripping from her words. “Eew, what the hell? It’s bad enough that she looks like a horror movie—she’s way too skinny and frail to even satisfy a customer! I swear, Mr. Brighthall is unbelievable.”

Someone was quick to appease her, saying, “Well, it’s more about doing Mr. Brighthall a favor, right? You know he’s gonna remember this and repay you with lots of goodies in the future, Madam Rouge!”

“Pfft. A favor. I’d love to do him a favor, but God! This b*tch can’t even attract a man in heat,” Madam Rouge sneered. Clamping a cigarette between her fingers, she strutted toward Deirdre and frowned. “Holy sh*t. Hell, no! This b*tch is blind!”

Deirdre felt a chill crawling up her spine. ‘So Brendan… is the one behind this?

‘Has he finally grown sick of me, after all? He has grown weary o