Chapter 871 Make Her Suffer
A faint smile shadowed Brendan's lips. "Thank you."
He meant it.
Madame Brighthall said nothing. She left.
But the controversy did not end there. Mr. Jensen's speech had kicked up a storm. As Brendan shut his laptop, Sam
remarked, "I have a feeling Mr. Jensen planned all of this down to the little speech he gave. He even had pictures of
Miss McKinnon living in the villa so he could strike at the affair's angle." "It's that coward's only way to stay alive
after the grave he dug," Brendan growled frigidly. The pain seemed to be drilling into his temple, emboldened by
the sheer torrent of imbroglios that were all rebelling against Brendan's control.
"And Deirdre?" "Miss McKinnon should be released today, but... I think she's still in there." "I see. I'll be going to see
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It was the afternoon. A young woman caressed the clothes she had been folding and waited for the police. The
door opened, and she heard her name. "McKinnon?"
She rose, taking the clothes with her, and followed the police. Instead of heading toward the station's entrance, the
police officer led her to a room full of suspects and closed her inside.
'Wait!" she cried, shackling against the bars in shock. "I thought I was supposed to be released today!" "After Charli
McKinsey accused you of homicidal intent and the whole Internet storm you spawned, you really think we're gonna
let you out? As if! Nobody's leaving until someone gets to the bottom of this. In the meantime, you're staying with
them. Maybe then you'll learn some discipline."
Deirdre's heart sank. An Internet storm? What was that supposed to mean?
She hardly had the chance to press on. The police left her clinging to the bars-its metal nipping to the skin-until she
turned around and saw a crowd of humanoid silhouettes encircling her.
"So, that's the Deirdre McKinnon I've been hearing so much about? No wonder she got to stay in that private suite
in this sh*thole. I know you're Brendan Brighthall's lover, but sh*t, you look meh." "Look at her squeezing into the
corner! Wait, she's blind? F*ck me. I didn't know Brendan’s into power plays! Kinky-kinky, Mr. Brighhall!" "Why the
h*ll is she his lover? She's so sh*t! Miss McKinsey does not deserve to lose out to someone like this! We should
balance the universe ourselves, right?"
Deirdre had gone through things like this back in prison, so she knew exactly what was entailed in their remarks.
Immediately, she shrieked at the top of her lungs, "Help! Help!"
Her aggressors started pulling her by her hair before smacking across her cheek. "Shut the f*ck up, b*tch! You get
the warden in, and I'll f*ck you up even harder!" "Shove a rag to it!" 'Words are she's pregnant, so don't cause her
kid to go, or she'll get to leave here with a new excuse. F*ck her up on places people can't see, people!"
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The violence only stopped after they tired themselves out. Deirdre had been curling into herself at the corner,
trembling, but her hand had been firmly guarding her abdomen throughout the ordeal. It seemed to have fueled
the women's rage-they kicked and stomped her on her legs, arms, and back.
If someone were to undress her... The wounds would expose themselves instantly.
It was then that a police officer came to inform, "Mr. Brendan Brighthall has arrived to see McKinnon."
The bullies paled.
Not a word of their... 'activity* could ever be leaked to him!
As Deirdre was on her way out, one of them helped her to her feet and hissed in her ear, "If you know what’s good
for you, keep your lips sealed. He's in hot water himself, honey, so he's not going to be able to save you or bring
you out of here. If you're idiotic enough to say something wrong, and we get wind of it, oh... Darling, you haven't
seen anything yet!"
Almost as if to seal her threat, she pinched Deirdre's arm hard.
Deirdre saw black spots dancing in her eyes as a spell of dizziness crashed onto her. Her mind was still numb and
blank by the time the police officers brought her out of detainment.