However, things were different now. She had Kyran with her. If she died, Kyran would be devastated.

At the very least, she wanted to say a final goodbye to Kyran before she died.

“You want to live? Does Brendan want you to live?” Cillian scoffed. “Well, you can’t blame anyone but yourself. After all, you were the one who chose him to be your man.”

Deirdre’s eyelashes trembled. A pang shot through her chest, and she gasped out in pain.

“I met with the wrong person. Please give me another chance,” she said.

“Another chance?” Cillian grabbed her hair and enunciated each word. “You don’t have any chance anymore!”

He took off his tie. “You’ve exhausted my patience. Initially, I planned to have some fun with you. I might keep you for a few more days if you serve me well today. If not, I'll send you to the owner of Mystic Midnight today and force you to serve other people right away!”

After he finished speaking, he stretched his arm forward to tear Deirdre's shirt. He was furious. He