Chapter 142 It’s The End of Everything
At that moment, Deirdre’s mind went blank. She reflexively rushed toward a corner and tightly stuck
against the wall.
She heard Brendan’s disdainful smirk. “McKinnon, I didn’t know you were afraid of death. I thought you
weren’t afraid of anything, and that was why you’d dare to injure Lena.”
The chill storehouse was far warmer than the chill in Deirdre’s heart. She stared into space with
reddened eyes and said in a quavering voice, “Brendan, would you regret it if you were to realize one
day that Charlene is the Devil behind everything that had happened? That she killed Bliss and has
arranged all these?”
Brendan was subconsciously startled ‘Lena killed Bliss. She was the culprit behind all these.”
For an unknown reason, he felt a quick moment of sharp heartache when he thought of the possibility.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was instantly transformed into a detesting frown, and he glared at Deidre
“McKinnon! Even after all these, you still can’t stop yourself from slandering Lena, can you!?”
Brendan’s last bit of mercy dissipated. He said through gritted teeth, “Just because I wanted to trust
you, I’ve put Lena in peril. Now I won’t repeat the same mistake twice!”
His black eyes were icy cold as he jeered, “It’s probably better that you conserve your energy and pull
through the night. I’ll come over tomorrow morning. By that time, I may consider freeing you, but it’s
your responsibility not to be bitten by the hound!”
Following that, Deirdre heard the footsteps receding It was Brendan who led the rest away.
Meanwhile, that hound which was chained at the door, let out a guttural growl as a warning sign, poised
to strike.
At that instant, Deirdre was filled with fear. It was made worse by the bad weather. The stormy
downpour increased the humidity in the shabby storehouse, and its cold water leaked through the
damaged roof, seeped through the wall, and fell on Deirdre. Misfortunes never came alone, indeed.
Deirdre felt cold and hot, triggered by tense emotions. She then felt a spell of dizziness until the sound
of thunder awakened her. Immediately following that, she heard the restless howling of the hunting
hound.
The hound was in shock and lunged toward Deirdre. At that split second, Deirdre could feel that she
was a palm distance from the hound.
Even that oft-neglected storehouse trembled at the tension of the chain tied on the hound.
“Ahh!” Deirdre screamed in fear.
The hound was a foot away. It bellowed continuously while trying to get closer to Deirdre, exerting a
pulling force that shook the storehouse. The fear made her tense. Biting her lips, she couldn’t help her
tears from dropping one after another.
She collapsed at the torture. She didn’t dare to relax even for a bit as she was filled with fear. If
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrendan intended to punish her this way, he had made it.
The bellowing sound of the hound was so loud that it was heard clearly even in the mansion. The few
bodyguards and the hound trainer were on tenterhooks.
“Mr. Brighthall… shail we stop it? Even if that dog doesn’t bite, Miss McKinnon will collapse if it goes
on.”
Brendan flashed the questioner an ominous and indifferent glare. “So? Do you want to accompany her
there?”
His reply silenced everyone in an instant.
Brendan went up the stairs. Halfway, he turned and demanded, “Look at her and tell me if she’s dead.”
The hound trainer turned pale. He just found it difficult to understand the eccentric personality of Mr.
Brighthall, the director of the Brighthall Group. Mr. Brighthall looked as if he wanted that woman dead,
but he repeatedly emphasized that he didn’t want a dog that bit.
The heavy downpour of the night and the shabby, under-repair storehouse had soaked the area
Deirdre occupied in an instant. Deirdre began feeling hot and cold flashes while shivering in the chill.
The moment her mind went blank and fell, she thought, ‘It’s the end of everything.’