Chapter 581


    Chapter 581 Which Hand Touched Her?


    "Whether it''s Brendan or not, why don''t you go out and see it for yourself?


    "Why should I listen to you?" said the man, grinning lecherously.


    Emboldened by the alcohol, he said, "Brendan has never had any women around him. I admit that


    you''re pretty, but you can''t simply say something like that. Besides, what''s so great about Brendan?


    “Even if you really are his woman, I’m sure you have been having ackluster sex life. I’m better than


    him. Not only that, but I can give you money too. If youe with me, I assure you that you''ll be very


    satisfied."


    The more the man said, the more excited he became. He stretched his arm forward to touch Deirdre’s


    body.


    "Stay away from me!” Deirdre shouted in disgust as she pushed him away.


    The man was stunned at first when he got pushed away. Then he flew into a rage and pped Deirdre


    across her face.


    "B*tch! All of you here are to serve us! How dare you look down on me!?"


    Deirdre felt buzzing in her ears. She was in so much pain that her vision turned ck for a second.


    Before she could do anything, the man threw himself on her, pinning her on the wash basin and sniffing


    her body scent.


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    "This is good. You smell so good. You look soft and smell good. Brendan really has gotten himself a


    fine specimen. He’s just someone who relies on his father!" He scoffed and went forward to tear


    Deirdre’s dress. His eyes turned bloodshot when he saw her fair skin. "Be a good girl and stay still. This


    way, both of us will have an easier time. Now, close your eyes. I promise you that you''ll enjoy it very


    muchter!"


    Deirdre’s face turned pale and was contorted with pain as her back pressed against the marbled wash


    basin’s cold and sharp edge. The man''s outrageous behavior made her sick, and she shouted, “Get


    away and don’t touch me!"


    "Don''t touch you? You still want to y hard to get, huh? You''re really good at pretending. I''m sure


    you''re very happy down there the moment I set my eyes on you,” the man said as he gazed fixedly at


    Deirdre. She had a really good physique. It made his blood boil, and he restlessly ran his hand over her


    body.


    However, the dress was sturdy. He could not get it off Deirdre no matter how hard he tried, so he


    changed his approach and stuck his hand in from the hem of the dress.


    Deirdre was shaking all over. Suddenly, she mustered all her strength and pushed him away.


    The man lost his bnce and fell with his headnding on the floor first. He let out a pained scream,


    and it took him several minutes before he regained hisposure. He touched the back of his head,


    and his face turned livid with rage when he saw the blood on his hand.


    "D*mn it! You really have done it this time, b*tch!" shouted the man as he raised his hand high in the


    air.


    Deirdre closed her eyes subconsciously as despair enveloped her whole. She waited for the p to


    land on her face, but it did note even after a long while. Suddenly, the man screamed out loud


    again, and this time, it sounded like he was in a lot of pain.


    Deirdre cracked her eyes open and was stunned when she saw the figure in front of her. In the next


    second, the figure asked,


    "Are you all right, Miss McKinnon?"


    It was Den.


    Deirdre did not know if she was feeling disappointed or happy now. She always felt that it would be


    Kyran who woulde to her rescue in her most desperate moments, but on second thought, there


    was no way Kyran woulde to Eastgene.


    Before Deirdre could do anything, the middle-aged man pulled his hand out of Den’s grip. His face


    was contorted with rage as he snorted. "I was wondering who wanted to be the hero, so it''s you. You''re


    just an illegitimate son given birth to by that wh*re from the Kings. I thought you were cast out of


    Eastgene? The Kings don''t want you to be here, so what are you doing here?"


    Deirdre’s face turned pale at the man’s taunt. However, Den ignored him and asked, "Which hand


    touched her?"


    "Does it matter?” The man pointed at Den and continued. "Are you going to beat me up? I have a


    business rtionship with the Kings. You-"


    Before he could finish speaking, Den smashed his fist into the man’s face. As the man screamed out


    in pain, he pinned him on the floor and rained down several punches on the man, causing him to


    scream and beg for mercy.