Chapter 886 We’ll Join The Event

"No, I did not. My only evidence is what I heard from my mom. She said when a woman's pregnant with a girl, their skin starts to glow and become smoother than ever. It's happening to you."

Deirdre instinctively rubbed her face and felt none of that. "You're making it up. I feel no difference!" 'That's because you can't see it." Brendan teased her, smiling. "Or... maybe my eyes have the lover filter on."

Deirdre turned her attention back to her soup as the rest of her body erupted into flustered flame.

It was then that Sam rushed inside. Seeing the couple having their meal, he looked down and greeted them. "Good morning, Mr. Brighthall. Miss McKinnon."

Brendan took a sip of the soup. "What?" 'Those old farts in the company are hosting an event tonight. They're going to promote Desmond Griffin as the acting CEO!” Sam answered, gritting his teeth.

'They’re moving fast." "H*ll, I bet they planned this to happen! I'm sure they would have with or without the hospital incident!" "Alright, then."

what?" "You're coming with me

mind blanked. She snapped out of her trance and rejected him immediately. "Are you

was going to bring a murder suspect to

Brendan answered placidly. "Everything that is happening is because of us, right? We’re the main characters. We deserve to show up in

on the

the stylists came. Their arrival

a lot of gowns with them, too. In the end, Deirdre chose a turquoise gown with hem draping across the carpet. Putting it on

that the artist had to praise

it did was imbue her with the vulnerable air of a mysterious but beautiful waif. Everyone would look

were notorious for heaping compliments aimed at their clients' hearts, after all. But most of her attention

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