Chapter 143 It’d Be Too Late

Deirdre McKinnon eventually was about to end her miserable life in the most embarrassing and ridiculous way possible

She fell and was just reachable by the hound She sensed that the savage hound was opening its mouth from the odious stench before she passed out

In her fever, Deirdre seemed to be in a dream She dreamt of a puppy wagging its tail, eagerly

approaching her. It should be Bliss because it kept licking at her face Meanwhile, her body temperature dropped

Finally, the rain stopped.

Brendan was standing on a balcony The smoke of a cigarette he stubbed out remained, lingering underneath him. Raising his head, he looked into the hazy sky it was another hour before sunrise

Downstairs.

«.

while brushing the rainwater off himself he saw his colleagues on the sofa. He was startled for a moment and fait somewhat worried.

you all here

curled his lips into an awkward laugh Reflexively, Sam took a look at the door into Deirdre a foom

I’ve no idea how Miss MoCnnon offended Mr. Brighthail. She’s been trawled into the storehouse located in the backyard and is locked together with a hound i

breakdown”

mum

in the storehouse in the backyard Sam’s mind went blank He knew how heavy the downpour was when he rushed here after waking up. Even though he had turned the car’s wipers to the speed, he couldn’t see

such cold weather, Sam rushed

He growled softly. “Are you nuts!? Don’t tell me you’re going to take

touch me!” Sam freed himself and strode toward

Upstairs…

Brendan saw a figure rushing toward the storehouse, his black

saw the unconscious

Deirdre’s face had turned black

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