Brendan spoke so coldly that Cillian could not help halting his movements for a moment. By the time he realized his reaction, he despised his reaction and leaned over in preparation to kiss her.

In the next moment, a loud noise echoed from outside suddenly.

Wynne came from outside in a rush. His face was green with rage and pale with fear. “Someone’s coming, Mr. King!”

More than ten cars and a helicopter surrounded the private residence densely. Before Cillian could respond to the situation, someone had already shot the door lock, kicked down the door, and charged into the house.

Cillian wanted to react by running, but those people had already arrived and captured everyone, including Cillian and all his subordinates.

Sam took a glance at Deirdre on the sofa and then looked at Brendan apologetically. “I’m sorry that I’m late, sir.”

Brendan did not respond. Instead, he took away the gun from Sam’s hand and dragged along his extremely painful body to walk to Cillian step by step