Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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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.

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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”

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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

Under such cold weather, Sam rushed out without thinking.

The bodyguard was startled before he recollected himself and tried to stop Sam. He growled softly.

“Are you nuts!? Don’t tell me you’re going to take that woman back here? Don’t you know Mr.

Brighthall’s temper? Do you dare to disobey him when he said no? Have you gone nuts?”

“Don’t touch me!” Sam freed himself and strode toward the backyard.

Upstairs…

When Brendan saw a figure rushing toward the storehouse, his black eyes squinted.

As soon as Sam reached the storehouse, he could feel a chill and saw the unconscious Deirdre on the

ground while a black hunting hound lay beside Deirdre, continuously licking her face.

Meanwhile, Deirdre’s face had turned black and blue.

Sam instantly rushed toward Deirdre. Fortunately, she was still alive even though her breath was faint.

If it weren’t because of the hound, the consequence might be disastrous.

“Miss McKinnon! Miss McKinnon!” Sam reached out. As soon as his finger touched the exposed

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surface of Deirdre’s finger, he felt it was icy cold. He gnashed his teeth as he took off his coat to cover

her before

he held her in his embrace.

As soon as Sam got out of the storehouse, he met the icy-cold glare of Brendan, who had just come

over.

Brendan was especially furious when he saw Sam’s hands on Deirdre. “Sam, do you think you can do

as you wish when I promote you after dismissing Steven temporarily? Tell me, who’s agreed to let you

touch Deirdre?”

Sam’s face turned pale as he apologized. “I’m sorry, Mr. Brighthall. However, it’d be too late if I didn’t

come over. Miss McKinnon is…”

He choked. Deirdre’s body was so icy-cold that he couldn’t imagine what she had experienced

yesterday.

Brendan’s black pupils constricted. Without hesitance, he strode toward Sam and took over Deirdre.

The moment he held her in his arms, he froze. He seemed to be hugging ice because she was too cold

as a hurman being.

“What’s going on?” His voice was stained with an inexplicable panic. Omitting the dirtiness of Deirdre,

he tightened his arms further.

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