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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...

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 felt somewhat worried. “What has kept you all here today?”

Sam didn’t receive any direct reply, and only a body
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