Chapter 742

Yuri thought it was impolite to continue declining, so she accepted the chicken wing and took a small
bite.

"How is it? Delicious, right?" Tara asked excitedly, as if she was the one who made it.

"Yeah, it's nice," Yuri replied politely.

Brendan's face darkened even more at her words.He was sure that she hated him, not the food.

"Brendan is really good with his hands.Since he's great at making clothes, cooking isn't a huge problem
for him," Madeline proudly boasted.

"Speaking of which—"

Tara continued the conversation.

"—I've always been a fan of Mr.Brendan's designs.I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking,
though.Whoever marries you would have such a happy life."

"Oh, right!"

She paused and turned around to grab Brendan's jacket.

"My birthday's coming up, Mr.Brendan.Can I make a reservation with you to make a gown for me?"

Madeline rolled her eyes at Tara's question, thinking that no one was interested when Tara's birthday
was.

"Brendan's atelier is packed.I'm afraid he won't have time for new jobs,"



Madeline piped in.

"Oh no, what a shame.I've always dreamed of wearing a gown designed by Mr.Brendan for my birthday
banquet.Seems like it won't be happening."

Tara sighed dejectedly and lowered her head.

Meanwhile, Yuri was like an outsider throughout the whole conversation.She was calculating the
calories on each bite of the chicken wing as she thought about how much she would need to exercise
to burn it off later.

However, Brendan's eyes were on her all the time.He saw no reaction from her, and his fists tightened
in his pockets.

Out of spitc, he agreed to Tara's request.

"I can do that for you if you require it, Miss Lambert."

"Really?! Tara lifted her head at his words.

She jumped up excitedly and hugged him.

"Oh my God! That's great, Mr.Brendan. Thank you so much!"

"Ahem Ahem!"

Madeline kept coughing, trying to hint at them to mind their distance.Noticing her cough, Tara let
Brendan go and took a step back.

She bit her lips and said shyly, "I'm sorry.I got too excited.Mr.Brendan, please excuse my behavior."

Yuri was still in her world, thinking about the fashion sketches she had to amend.



At that point, Brendan was burning with rage at her indifference.His rage came and went, but there was
nothing he could do.

Madeline looked between Yuri and Tara, and she became frustrated as a result.

The girl she preferred was hopeless, while the one she was not fond of kept intruding.She had to do
something about it.

After making up her mind, Madeline pulled up her sleeves and dragged Tara toward the swimming
pool.

"I think you're suffering from a heatstroke.Come here! Go down and cool off for a bit"

"No, Mrs.Griffith.I—"

"There's no need to be shy."

Madeline did not let Tara speak and took away the phone in her hands.

"I'll keep this safe for you.Don't worry, go enjoy the cool water."

"No, I—"

"Al Tara did not get to finish her sentence, and she was pushed into the pool by Madeline with a
splash.Soon, Tara resurfaced and shrieked with her arms flapping around, "Help me! I can't swim!"

"Huh?"

Hearing that, Madeline had a bizarre thought.

"I don't know how to swim either.If both of us were to fall into the water at the same time, who should
my son save first?"



She was right—their vibes did not match at all.

The rest were far away from the commotion and only Brendan was nearby.

Sensing that Tara was going to drown, he had no choice but to take off his shirt and jump into the pool
to save her.

Danny then came around and took a look at the unconscious Tara on the floor.He nonchalantly took a
bite off his skewer and said, "She probably needs CPR.Brendan, you should finish the job since you
saved her."

"Shut up."

Madeline pushed him aside.

"Stop giving out bad ideas.I'll do it’ With that, she kneeled and placed a fist against Tara's chest and
used the other hand to pump her fist, punching it again and again.Once, twice...Tara's body kept
shaking with the pumping.

After many tries, Tara finally coughed out water as she regained consciousness.

Madeline let out a long breath and wiped away the sweat on her forehead.

"Your body is too weak.You should exercise more!"

While saying that, she helped Tara to her feet.

"Come on, Ict's get you a change of clothes.You're shocked and cold.You should rest in the house."

Now, no one can disturb Yuri and Brendan anymore.

Before they walked away, Madeline gave him a wink, hinting at him to grab onto the opportunity.



Brendan watched as they left.He then turned around to look at Yuri, but she avoided his gaze.His pride
was ignited at her avoidance.

So, he turned around and walked in a different direction.

At Silver Bell Spot in one of the private booths, the lights were shining, and the music was booming.

Charrisa sat in a corner with her legs propped up on the sofa, drinking from the beer in her hands.

After a moment, a man from the club walked in with a phone in his hands.He shook his head solemnly.

"Still not picking up."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Charissa.

"Mr.Keller isn’t planning on leaving us, right?" one of the men asked.

"That Narissa girl has her ways.It's only been a few days, and our group is already falling apart,"
another man chimed in.

The man with the phone walked further in and sat down on the sofa beside Charissa.

"Honestly, Charissa, do you have feelings for Mr.Keller?" Charissa glanced at him but did not
answer.She merely took another sip of beer.

"If you do, we would definitely support you." The man kept pushing for an answer.

She put down the beer and said, "Yes, I like him, but what's the point? He now has someone soft and
submissive by his side.I'm not like that at all."

"Don't belittle yourself.The rest of us value you highly."



The man mused, "If you and Mr.Keller got together, our group would only be more united.We've been
friends for so many years; we can't let an outsider break us apart, right?"

"Yea, Narissa does not belong to our club!"

"If I had to choose, I'd definitely pick Charissa."

"Since everyone agrees, then let's teach Narissa a lesson to make her back down" the man on the sofa
suggested.

"The last time we tried to ply her with alcohol, Jamie got really angry.We can't be too obvious this time,"

Charissa murmured.

"You're right; we have to come up with a plan..."

At a private hospital in Tissote, Elise walked into the ward and saw that Yvonne was massaging
Trevor's arms and legs.

"Please wake up, Trevor.It's bleak in the Anderson Family without you.Only you can change things
around here" Yvonne begged.

Hearing footsteps, she looked toward the door.

"You're here."

"Yeah."

Elise nodded and set her bag on top of the drawer.

"Has Trevor's condition improved?"



"No, just the same old.No changes."

Yvonne sighed.

"Come talk to him.I'm going to make a call back home."

Then, Yvonne picked up her phone and walked out.


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