Chapter 144 Deirdre is My Woman

Was the person he hugged Deirdre McKinnon? Was the person the stubborn Deirdre who wouldn’t stop provoking him?

Why did it seem like he was hugging a cold, lifeless corpse?

Brendan couldn’t even sense her breath. This made him worried. Before he could recollect himself, he had strode into the house and rushed upstairs.

Everyone in the living room was shocked, looking at Brendan rushing in. His eyes reddened while carrying Deirdre, who was in a life-threatening phase. They were surprised to see the panic on Brendan’s face, which didn’t appear even when the Brighthall Group was placed in a menacing state

Brendan turned on the hot water tap of the bathtub and put her in “Deirdre! Deirdre!”

He gnashed his teeth and commanded, “Wake up! Do you hear me!?”

Why would it turn out like this when he merely wanted to punish her by locking her in the storehouse? Brendan couldn’t figure it out and never knew the punishment would eventually fall on him.

Deirdre would stop breathing, even just for a split

warmer, he instantly called the doctor. After he had done all he could, his shirt was

Brendan stepping down the stairs, tired, the

you,

except Sam left immediately. Sam remained standing at the door,

his life in the hail of bullets, he had never been as scared and restless as

asked, “Mr. Brighthall, can I wait a little longer? I’ll leave immediately after the

at Sam’s request. Sam had crossed the line

narrowed, his gaze became indifferent, and the aura he exerted forced Sam’s

it, it doesn’t mean that I don’t know. It’s just like you now,” said Brendan in a condescending manner. Indifferently, he added. “Deirdre is my woman. Now

went white. “Mr. Brighthall…Y-You’ve

fists behind him. “I

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