Chapter 873 Where is She?

"What's that on your wrist?"

Deirdre’s heart skipped a beat. She retracted her hand immediately as if she had touched something hot, her heart racing. "What's what?"

Her reaction was unexpected; Brendan was stunned. "Uh, why is it so dirty?

It looks like dust." "Oh!" Deirdre exhaled a breath of relief. He did not see her injury after all. After all the trouble the scandal had brought to him via the Brighthall Group, the last thing she wanted was for Brendan to be distracted by her affair. "Er, the wall was a little dusty when I accidentally rubbed my skin against it."

Brendan produced a piece of wet tissue. "I'll help with that."

He gingerly held her wrist with his one hand, but before the wet tissue even made contact, Deirdre suddenly withdrew hers in a state of nervous panic.

"What's the matter?"

balked.” Sorry. I genuinely only wanted to

her wrist under the table. At times, she

she could and rose. "I'm finished. I

being too forward in rekindling their relationship by this point. The

okay? If there's anything you'll like me to help with, please don’t hesitate. I will help

glint flitted through Deirdre's eyes as she nodded a little anxiously. The warden led her back to the

of them approached her and pulled

shook

being a snitchin' b*tch, darling, ' cause you just dodged a

got back to his car. He was about to start the engine, and yet

stayed with him for far longer than she

of his car and

she’s not staying in that individual

"Why not?" 'Why else?" the warden replied haplessly. "The scandal she's involved in has grown so big that the top brass is making sure nobody's

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