Deirdre came to her senses and shouted, “Mr. King! Stop! You’re going to kill him!”

She had to stop Declan. They were in a crucial moment right now, so Declan must not get into trouble.

It was just that she did not expect Declan to lose his cool. After all, he had been a very calm person.

At that moment, Joan and Cillian came over. They had been under the impression that the middle-aged man had already succeeded, but they were stunned when they entered the washroom. The middle-aged man’s face was filled with bruises, Deirdre was being protected behind Declan, and the dress on her suggested that nothing had happened between her and the middle-aged man.

A dark glint flitted across Joan’s face while Cillian’s face sank. “What have you done, Declan?”

As if he had found the straw that could save his life, the man scrambled up from the floor and said with his nose bleeding. “Mr. King! You need to help me this time! Declan has gone mad! He was planning to kill me just now!”

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