Chapter 143 It’d Be Too Late
Deirdre McKinnon eventually was about to end her miserable life in the most embarrassing and ridiculous way possible
She fell and was just reachable by the hound She sensed that the savage hound was opening its mouth from the odious stench before she passed out
In her fever, Deirdre seemed to be in a dream She dreamt of a puppy wagging its tail, eagerly
approaching her. It should be Bliss because it kept licking at her face Meanwhile, her body temperature dropped
Finally, the rain stopped.
Brendan was standing on a balcony The smoke of a cigarette he stubbed out remained, lingering underneath him. Raising his head, he looked into the hazy sky it was another hour before sunrise
Downstairs.
«.
Sam, wearing a coat, strode into the mansion through the gate while brushing the rainwater off himself he saw his colleagues on the sofa. He was startled for a moment and fait somewhat worried. What has
kept you all here today?
Sam didn’t receive any direct reply and only a bodyguard curled his lips into an awkward laugh Reflexively, Sam took a look at the door into Deirdre a foom on the second floor His heart missed a beat when he saw that the door wars open and asked mme sery. Where i Misa McCanno
A bodyguard pointed at the backyard and whispered. “Talk softer Mr. Brighthall is still furious because of this matter. I’ve no idea how Miss MoCnnon offended Mr. Brighthail. She’s been trawled into the storehouse located in the backyard and is locked together with a hound i think she’s having a
breakdown”
mum
Locked in the storehouse in the backyard Sam’s mind went blank He knew how heavy the downpour was when he rushed here after waking up. Even though he had turned the car’s wipers to the speed, he couldn’t see the road clearly at all. What’s more, the thin metal roofing covering the storehouse was completely ineffective in blocking the rain
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