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.

«.

into the mansion through the gate while brushing the rainwater off himself he saw his colleagues on the sofa. He was startled for a moment and fait

you all here

receive any direct reply and only a bodyguard curled his lips into an awkward laugh Reflexively, Sam took a look at the door into Deirdre a foom on the second floor His heart missed a beat

at the backyard and whispered. “Talk softer Mr. Brighthall is still furious because of this matter. 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

breakdown”

mum

after waking up. Even though he had turned the car’s wipers to

weather, Sam rushed

bodyguard was startled before he recollected himself and tried to stop Sam. He growled softly. “Are you nuts!? Don’t tell me you’re going to take that woman back here? Don’t you know Mr. Brighthall’s temper? Do you dare to

freed himself and strode toward

Upstairs…

toward

the unconscious Deirdre on the ground while a black hunting hound lay beside Deirdre, continuously

had turned

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