Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 872

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 in 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