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Chapter 604 I Just Want to Tell Kyran I'm Doing Fine
"What is it for? To call that man?"
Deirdre did not try to deny it. "I haven’t been in contact with him for a while by now, and with my phone going
awry... I worry that he might try to call me and get no answer. So, I thought I had to call him first. Tell him I’m doing
fine."
Brendan's thoughts began to clash with one another. The phone he used to roleplay Kyran was damaged as well
when he dove into the pool. If Deirdre called it now, Brendan could not answer it. And Deirdre would definitely begin
to imagine paranoia-fueling scenarios.
He turned to the bellboy. "It's alright. You can go now."
The bellboy stiffened a little. "Uh, what about the phone?"
'Take it away.”
Deirdre's eyes trembled. Grabbing Brendan's robe by his collar, she protested. "No, don't do this. Just this one call,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBrendan. One call. I just need to tell him my phone is busted. Please..."
He frowned. "Have I ever stopped you from talking to that man, McKinnon? I'm not trying to drive a wedge between
the two of you. I'm just asking, is this really the right time to call? He's probably resting at this hour... as you should.
Instead, just wait. I'll give you your repaired phone tomorrow and let you talk to him then."
"You mean it?"
"I mean it," reaffirmed Brendan. His piercing eyes showed resolve. "There isn't a reason for me to bluff about
something like this."
"Okay."
"Good night."
He took his document, closed the door, and went into his room, not to take a breather but to get changed. When
the receptionist saw him up and about, she was startled. "Mr. Brighthall! Is something keeping you up? How can we
help?"
"Where's the nearest cell phone store around here?"
"Cell phone store?" She thought for a moment. "Well, there are everywhere, aren't they? But it's pretty late now,
sir. I don't know if any of them are open
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‘Tell me the location of every single one, and I'll try all of them. I just need one to still be open at this hour."
The receptionist was dumbfounded. What the heck was up with Mr.
BrighthaIl's impatience? It was close to the middle of the night now, and the weather outside was downright windy
and chilly.
Still, she obliged and wrote some addresses for him.
'Thank you." Brendan took it and began his journey.
Most cell phone stores in the area were closed around 6:00 p.m. At a time like 10:30 p.m., most of the addresses
simply led Brendan to locked doors after locked doors. It was only by the fifth location that he bumped into the
owner, who had just gotten ready to shutter his store. Seeing a customer at this hour surprised him.
"So, your phone's damaged? Is anything important inside? Got to be, right? Or a man wouldn't put up with this wind
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmat this late hour looking for us."
"It's very important," replied Brendan. He pulled out Kyran's phone. "Can this thing still be fixed?"
The owner took out his tools and did a cursory examination. "Yeah. It isn’t dead, that's for sure. But I can't fix it right
now. You can collect it after three days."
Three days? That was too long!
Brendan's eyebrows furrowed. 'Then get me a new phone and check my SIM card. See if it's still operational."
"Okey-dokey."
The owner inserted Kyran’s SIM card into the new phone and made a call. When it worked, he passed it back to
Brendan. "Your baby's alright."
Brendan produced Deirdre's soaked phone. "What about this? Can you repair it?"
Deirdre’s phone model was antiquated-it was the type that would malfunction the moment it was dropped into the
water. It was also made from parts that were of less-than-stellar quality, which was made apparent the moment
the owner opened the phone up. His eyebrows were practically knitted together on his forehead.
"I think you should just buy a new one instead of trying to resurrect this old one. It isn't worth much money, and the
cost of repairing it? You'll get more out of your money if you buy a new one instead."
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