Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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 his laptop, Sam remarked, "I have a feeling Mr. Jensen planned all of this down to the little speech he gave. He even had pictures of Miss McKinnon living in the villa 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."

A young woman caressed the clothes she had been folding and waited for the police. The door opened,

the clothes with her, and followed the police. Instead of heading toward the station's entrance, the police officer led her to

homicidal intent and the whole Internet storm you spawned, you really think we're

heart sank. An Internet storm? What was that

on. The police left her clinging to the bars-its metal nipping to the skin-until she

squeezing into the corner! Wait, she's blind? F*ck me. I didn't know Brendan’s into power plays! Kinky-kinky, Mr. Brighhall!" "Why the h*ll is she his lover? She's so sh*t! Miss

what was entailed in their remarks. Immediately, she shrieked at the top of her lungs,

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!"

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

to undress her... The wounds would expose