Resent Reject Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 871
Chapter 871 Make Her Suffer
A faint smile shadowed Brendan’s lips. “Thank you.”
He meant it.
Madame Brighthall said nothing. She left.
But the controversy did not end there. Mr. Jensen’s speech had kicked up a storm. As
Brendan shut hisptop, Sam remarked, “I have a feeling Mr. Jensen nned all of
this down to the little speech he gave. He even had pictures of Miss McKinnon living
in the vi so he could strike at the affair’s angle.” “It’s that coward’s only way to stay
alive after the grave he dug,” Brendan growled frigidly. The pain seemed to be drilling
into his temple, emboldened by the sheer torrent of imbroglios that were all rebelling
against Brendan’s control.
“And Deirdre?” “Miss McKinnon should be released today, but… I think she’s still in
there.” “I see. I’ll be going to see her then. She must be so scared.”
It was the afternoon. A young woman caressed the clothes she had been folding and
waited for the police. The door opened, and she heard her name. “McKinnon?”
She rose, taking the clothes with her, and followed the police. Instead of heading
toward the station’s entrance, the police officer led her to a room full of suspects and
closed her inside.
‘Wait!” she cried, shackling against the bars in shock. “I thought I was supposed to be
released today!” “After Charli McKinsey used you of homicidal intent and the
whole Inte storm you spawned, you really think we’re gonna let you out? As if!
Nobody’s leaving until someone gets to the bottom of this. In the meantime, you’re
staying with them. Maybe then you’ll learn some discipline.”
Deirdre’s heart sank. An Inte storm? What was that supposed to mean?
She hardly had the chance to press on. The police left her clinging to the bars-its
metal nipping to the skin-until she turned around and saw a crowd of humanoid
silhouettes encircling her.
“So, that’s the Deirdre McKinnon I’ve been hearing so much about? No wonder she
got to stay in that private suite in this sh*thole. I know you’re Brendan Brighthall’s
lover, but sh*t, you look meh.” “Look at her squeezing into the corner! Wait, she’s
blind? F*ck me. I didn’t know Brendan’s into power ys! Kinky-kinky, Mr. Brighhall!”
“Why the h*ll is she his lover? She’s so sh*t! Miss McKinsey does not deserve to lose
out to someone like this! We should bnce the universe ourselves, right?”
Deirdre had gone through things like this back in prison, so she knew exactly what
was entailed in their remarks. Immediately, she shrieked at the top of her lungs, “Help!
Help!”
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Her aggressors started pulling her by her hair before smacking across her cheek.
“Shut the f*ck up, b*tch! You get the warden in, and I’ll f*ck you up even harder!”
“Shove a rag to it!” ‘Words are she’s pregnant, so don’t cause her kid to go, or she’ll
get to leave here with a new excuse. F*ck her up on ces people can’t see, people!”
The violence only stopped after they tired themselves out. Deirdre had been curling
into herself at the corner, trembling, but her hand had been firmly guarding her
abdomen throughout the ordeal. It seemed to have fueled the women’s rage-they
kicked and stomped her on her legs, arms, and back.
If someone were to undress her… The wounds would expose themselves instantly.
It was then that a police officer came to inform, “Mr. Brendan Brighthall has arrived to
see McKinnon.”
The bullies paled.
Not a word of their… ‘activity* could ever be leaked to him!
As Deirdre was on her way out, one of them helped her to her feet and hissed in her
ear, “If you know what’s good for you, keep your lips sealed. He’s in hot water himself,
honey, so he’s not going to be able to save you or bring you out of here. If you’re
idiotic enough to say something wrong, and we get wind of it, oh… Darling, you
haven’t seen anything yet!”
Almost as if to seal her threat, she pinched Deirdre’s arm hard.
Deirdre saw ck spots dancing in her eyes as a spell of dizziness crashed onto her.
Her mind was still numb and nk by the time the police officers brought her out of
detainment.