Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 708

Chapter 708 This is All Your Fault!

Mr. Cruz had hardly finished his sentence when a very stormy-faced Brendan threw a punch at Mr. Cruz's nose.

The older man wailed and collapsed on the floor as blood sprayed from his broken nose.

That was only the beginning. Brendan's face had twisted into a vein popping, nightmarish glower. He grabbed Mr. Cruz by his collar and dished out more punishment square on his face. Every hit was rock solid, and even as blood was spraying, there was no sign of Brendan lessening his force.

It happened so quickly that the crowd was too startled to say anything or pull him away. They just gawked at him, though one of them managed to be aware enough to cry out, "What are you doing, Brighthall? That's Mr. Cruz right there! You're going to need his favors, right!?”

"Since when have I ever needed any f*cking favor from a sh*thead!?" Brendan thundered, his eyes dangerously red. His gaze was so sharp it was like the service end of a dagger, and the man promptly shut himself up, pale. Brendan gave a few more kicks to the older man on the floor as hard as he could. He wished he could murder him already, but Deirdre's welfare was his priority. He removed his coat and covered her with it.

His finger grazed her skin, and he felt her shaking. It felt like a knife had sunken into his chest. Taking a deep breath to suppress his roaring emotions, he said, “I'm sorry... But I'm here now. I'll bring you out of here.”

He pulled Deirdre into his arms and made his way to the door.

Mr. Cruz, who finally regained some consciousness, rose unsteadily from the floor with his hand on his face.

"F*ck you, Brighthall! F*ck you!" he shouted almost unintelligibly.

"How dare you do this to me!? You f*cking piece of sh*t!"

The crowd shut up. They could not afford to offend Brendan or Mr. Cruz.

Meanwhile, Brendan turned to glare at him.

"You think being a hot sh*t in Neve makes you the king of everywhere else, punk!?" Mr. Cruz continued. "Mark my word, d*psh*t, you've made a very powerful enemy today!"

Brendan snorted. “Ha! Do your worst."