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."

she had been folding and waited for the police. The door opened, and she heard her

of heading toward the station's entrance, the police officer led her to

McKinsey accused you of homicidal intent and the whole Internet 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

heart sank. An Internet storm? What was that supposed

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

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 plays! Kinky-kinky, Mr. Brighhall!" "Why the h*ll is she his lover? She's so sh*t! Miss McKinsey does

in prison, so she knew exactly what was entailed

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

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

undress her... The wounds