Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 872 Her Exposed Wrist

What did they mean when they said Brendan himself was in hot water?

What was going on out there?

Deirdre could not stop from asking the police officer leading her away, "C- Can I ask? What has happened while I'm here? Why can't I be released?"

The police officer regarded her visage. Her experience so far had dealt a blow to her appearance-she looked so feeble. She was so beautiful that nobody could expect her to be so capable of murder. A gorgeous sight like her pushing another woman down the stairs to kill the latter!?

"Even if I don't answer your question, I'm pretty sure you can guess it by this point, right? Or are you telling me you don't know what you’ve done?"

Deirdre stared at him, confused.

"Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with the world... Everyone knows you pushed an innocent young woman down the stairs in an attempt to kill her, okay? And that's just the first taste of the whole scandal, apparently!

entire business group altogether! Aren't you a piece of work? No wonder Brighthall’s coming to see you in the middle of the night. He’s probably having

officer was willing

many things seemed to have happened... and

clenched her fists as she was led

window. Seeing her, he instantly rose

in his voice, but it did clue Deirdre in as to why it had taken him so late to finally see her. He must have been busy with his company affairs until the late hours. Instinctively, she stuck her wrist into her

of coming here, Brendan. We can talk when you're free," she said. 'You don't have

demeanor hinted she knew something. Specifically, knowledge of what might have been happening to Brendan out there. All it did was make him want to rush inside and break her out of the detainment

a little while longer. I promise that I'll personally come to bring you home when everything's settled." "Okay." His palpable concern over her made Deirdre feel a little uneasy, so she avoided his gaze. "Is that all? If yes, excuse

would notice

out, his eyes fixed on her. Genuine love was practically oozing out from his eyes. "Won't you

to see him. "I, uh, am a little tired. It's

sweating