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!

revealed that you and Mr. Brighthall are lovers, which means the sh*tstain you left soiled the 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 a migraine just

seemed to be the extent the police officer was willing to talk. He turned back

happened... and now, even the Brighthall Group was being

fists as she was led

side of the window. Seeing her, he instantly rose to his feet and cried

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.

Brendan. We can talk when you're free,"

been happening to Brendan out there. All it did was make him want to

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

was worried Brendan would notice something wrong

cried out, his eyes fixed on her. Genuine love was practically oozing out from his eyes. "Won't you spare me the time to talk to me

in her spot without turning back to see him. "I, uh, am a

palms were sweating