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Chapter 458 Request to Meet Brendan
Deirdre took a deep breath and entered the ward. As soon as she closed the door, Kyran asked, “Who did you
meet?”
He totally didn’t know what had happened. He only saw the bruise on her arm in the morning, but Deirdre told him
she fell accidentally.
“It’s people from the hospital’s management level. Because I fell in the laundry room, they asked me if I was okay
and if I needed compensation.”
Although Kyran was unhappy that Deirdre was injured, he couldn’t blame anyone, so he could only ask, Does it still
hurt?”
Deirdre held his hands and smiled. “After taking medicine, it’s gotten much better, and it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“The next time anything happens to you, remember to tell me immediately. If I didn’t see your swollen arm this
morning, you would have hidden it from me, wouldn’t you?”
Kyran couldn’t help but blame Deirdre, but he felt even more distress.
Deirdre was touched and even felt better from the restlessness she suffered from the incident yesterday.
Since the police were involved, she thought the ridiculous situation would end with the culprit being captured soon.
Upon thinking of that, Deirdre’s smile got wider. “I didn’t care because it didn’t hurt. I’ll pay attention next time.”
When Blake came out of the elevator door with the crowd, no one noticed him because he was dressed differently
from yesterday. In fact, they were busy with their own affairs.
And when he came last night, he noticed that the corner room was always guarded.
Thus, he believed that no one would be so cautious other than Brendan.
Holding the newly printed photos in his pocket, Blake made up his mind to walk toward the corner.
There were still bodyguards, and they stopped Blake when he took a few steps forward. “What are you doing? You
are not allowed to enter here. Go aside!”
Blake smiled and said, “Hi, I’m looking for Mr. Brighthall. Can you inform him that I have news that I guarantee he
will be interested in?”
I’ve seen a lot of people like you. I don’t care what news you have. Leave immediately. Otherwise, don’t blame us
for being rude!” The bodyguard mocked and didn’t take Blake seriously.
Blake immediately said, “It’s about Charlene McKinney! I don’t believe Mr. Brighthall doesn’t care about it either.”
The bodyguard was startled, and Blake seized this opportunity to grab the doorknob and push it open. Mr.
Brighthall! Mr. Brighthall! I’ve got Charlene McKinney’s photos, and I want to talk to you!”
However, when he barged into the room, he saw no one on the bed. The room was empty, so neat and clean that it
seemed uninhabited.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBlake’s expression froze, and before he could react, he was pushed to the floor by the bodyguard, who kicked him
hard
“How dare you! How dare you barge into the room without permission? Who gave you the guts!?”
Blake curled up on the floor while protecting his head with his hands. Meanwhile, he was wondering whether it was
a bluff and Brendan was not around.
But if Brendan was not around, why would bodyguards guard the room, not letting anyone in?
After the bodyguards were satisfied, they grabbed Blake by his collar, intending to take him out. It just happened
that Charlene walked over in high heels. Looking at this scene, she frowned. “What’s the matter? Aren’t you afraid
of making noise when you beat someone here in the hospital?”
“Miss McKinsey.”
Seeing Charlene approaching, the bodyguards looked at each other and explained, “This man is probably a
reporter. He deliberately broke into Mr. Brighthall’s room just now, and that’s why we did it.”
“Reporter?” When Charlene heard the title, her face turned gloomy in an instant. “He didn’t take any photos, did
he?”
“No, we stopped him before he could take any photos.”