Chapter 143 Itâd 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 didnât 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. âTalk softer Mr. Brighthall is still furious because of this matter. Iâve no idea how Miss MoCnnon offended Mr. Brighthail. Sheâs been trawled into the storehouse located in the backyard and is locked together with a hound i think sheâs having a breakdownâ
mum Locked in the storehouse in the backyard Samâs mind went blank He knew how heavy the downpour was when he rushed here after waking up. Even though he had turned the carâs wipers to the speed, he couldnât see the road clearly at all. Whatâs 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.
âAre you nuts!? Donât tell me youâre going to take that woman back here? Donât you know Mr.
Brighthallâs temper? Do you dare to disobey him when he said no? Have you gone nuts?â
âDonât touch me!â Sam freed himself and strode toward the backyard.
Upstairsâ¦
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, Deirdreâs face had turned black and blue.
Sam instantly rushed toward Deirdre. Fortunately, she was still alive even though her breath was faint.
If it werenât because of the hound, the consequence might be disastrous.
âMiss McKinnon! Miss McKinnon!â Sam reached out. As soon as his finger touched the exposed surface of Deirdreâs 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 Samâs hands on Deirdre. âSam, do you think you can do as you wish when I promote you after dismissing Steven temporarily? Tell me, whoâs agreed to let you touch Deirdre?â
Samâs face turned pale as he apologized. âIâm sorry, Mr. Brighthall. However, itâd be too late if I didnât come over. Miss McKinnon isâ¦â
He choked. Deirdreâs body was so icy-cold that he couldnât imagine what she had experienced yesterday.
Brendanâs 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.
âWhatâs going on?â His voice was stained with an inexplicable panic. Omitting the dirtiness of Deirdre, he tightened his arms further.