Chapter 871 Make Her Suffer A faint smile shadowed Brendanâs lips. âThank you.â
He meant it.
Madame Brighthall said nothing. She left.
But the controversy did not end there. Mr. Jensenâs speech had kicked up a storm. As Brendan shut his laptop, Sam remarked, âI have a feeling Mr. Jensen planned all of this down to the little speech he gave. He even had pictures of Miss McKinnon living in the villa so he could strike at the affairâs angle.â âItâs that cowardâs only way to stay alive after the grave he dug,â Brendan growled frigidly. The pain seemed to be drilling into his temple, emboldened by the sheer torrent of imbroglios that were all rebelling against Brendanâs control.
âAnd Deirdre?â âMiss McKinnon should be released today, but⦠I think sheâs still in there.â âI see. Iâll be going to see her then. She must be so scared.â
It was the afternoon. A young woman caressed the clothes she had been folding and waited for the police. The door opened, and she heard her name. âMcKinnon?â
She rose, taking the clothes with her, and followed the police. Instead of heading toward the stationâs entrance, the police officer led her to a room full of suspects and closed her inside.
âWait!â she cried, shackling against the bars in shock. âI thought I was supposed to be released today!â âAfter Charli McKinsey accused you of homicidal intent and the whole Internet storm you spawned, you really think weâre gonna let you out? As if!
Nobodyâs leaving until someone gets to the bottom of this. In the meantime, youâre staying with them. Maybe then youâll learn some discipline.â
Deirdreâs heart sank. An Internet storm? What was that supposed to mean?
She hardly had the chance to press on. The police left her clinging to the bars-its metal nipping to the skin-until she turned around and saw a crowd of humanoid silhouettes encircling her.
âSo, thatâs the Deirdre McKinnon Iâve been hearing so much about? No wonder she got to stay in that private suite in this sh*thole. I know youâre Brendan Brighthallâs lover, but sh*t, you look meh.â âLook at her squeezing into the corner! Wait, sheâs blind? F*ck me. I didnât know Brendanâs into power plays! Kinky-kinky, Mr. Brighhall!â
âWhy the h*ll is she his lover? Sheâs so sh*t! Miss McKinsey does not deserve to lose out to someone like this! We should balance the universe ourselves, right?â
Deirdre had gone through things like this back in prison, so she knew exactly what was entailed in their remarks. Immediately, she shrieked at the top of her lungs, âHelp!
Help!â
Her aggressors started pulling her by her hair before smacking across her cheek.
âShut the f*ck up, b*tch! You get the warden in, and Iâll f*ck you up even harder!â
âShove a rag to it!â âWords are sheâs pregnant, so donât cause her kid to go, or sheâll get to leave here with a new excuse. F*ck her up on places people canât see, people!â
The violence only stopped after they tired themselves out. Deirdre had been curling into herself at the corner, trembling, but her hand had been firmly guarding her abdomen throughout the ordeal. It seemed to have fueled the womenâs rage-they kicked and stomped her on her legs, arms, and back.
If someone were to undress her⦠The wounds would expose themselves instantly.
It was then that a police officer came to inform, âMr. Brendan Brighthall has arrived to see McKinnon.â
The bullies paled.
Not a word of their⦠âactivity* could ever be leaked to him!
As Deirdre was on her way out, one of them helped her to her feet and hissed in her ear, âIf you know whatâs good for you, keep your lips sealed. Heâs in hot water himself, honey, so heâs not going to be able to save you or bring you out of here. If youâre idiotic enough to say something wrong, and we get wind of it, oh⦠Darling, you havenât seen anything yet!â
Almost as if to seal her threat, she pinched Deirdreâs arm hard.
Deirdre saw black spots dancing in her eyes as a spell of dizziness crashed onto her.
Her mind was still numb and blank by the time the police officers brought her out of detainment.