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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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtin an attempt to kill her, okay? And that's just the first taste of the whole scandal, apparently!
"One of the board members of the Brighthall Group has 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 thinking about how in
h*ll is he going to fix this clusterf*ck!"
That seemed to be the extent the police officer was willing to talk. He turned back forward and continued their
journey.
Deirdre's mind was blank. So many things seemed to have happened... and now, even the Brighthall Group was
being dragged through the mud?
She clenched her fists as she was led into a room.
Brendan was sitting on the other side of the window. Seeing her, he instantly rose to his feet and cried out, "Dee!"
He failed to disguise the fatigue 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
pocket and cast her eyes down.
"It's very late. You should be resting instead of coming here, Brendan. We can talk when you're free," she said. 'You
don't have to worry about me being here. I don't mind."
Something in her 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
center, though.
He forced his impulse back to the back of his mind. "I'm sorry. Something's happened outside, so now you have to
stay here 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 me."
She was worried Brendan would notice something wrong about her.
"No, Dee, wait!" Brendan 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 for a bit? I want to... be with you."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStunned, Deirdre remained in her spot without turning back to see him. "I, uh, am a little tired. It's late night,
Brendan."
Her palms were sweating out of panic.
Brendan was quiet. He studied how her spine jutted against her rather emaciated skin and said, "I won’t bother
your rest if you're tired, but can you stay and have some supper with me?" "Supper?" She turned, shocked.
Brendan had informed the police about his intention. It was just the perfect excuse to remove the glass window
between them-and now, they could talk and look at each other at the same table.
He could not take his eyes off her. It became clear that the young woman had become dramatically thinner after a
few days.
He also knew that the food served in the detainment center was never good, so he had bought all kinds of
scrumptious things from any restaurant still operating at this hour and had them all delivered to the facility.
Sweating to herself, Deirdre sat before the table nervously.
Brendan pushed a bowl of soup to her and remarked warmly, "Here, some chicken soup to warm your body and
give you strength. You look a little feeble right now, Dee. I don’t want you to pass out before I come to take you out
of here."
Deirdre accepted it and took a spoonful sip. "Mm. It's delicious."
Brendan's eyes were positively melting with concern. But then, suddenly, her exposed wrist caught his attention.
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