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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 530
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Chapter 530 Let Me Talk to Her

“I’m sure it’ll happen.”

Declan wanted to add more to the banter, but Kyran’s jealousy had brewed up so much that he forcibly terminated

it by stepping right in front of Declan. His eyes were not even blinking.

“Why are you up so early today? Are you not feeling well?” he asked out of concern.

Deirdre was finally pulled back from her glee, causing a change to solemness in her face. “Kyran, the police called

me.”

“And?”

“Charlene’s detained. I’ve decided to pay her a visit.”

Kyran’s expression darkened. “Do you want me to come with you?”

She smiled. “I can manage on my own.”

Declan met Kyran’s gaze and immediately chimed in. “Whoa, slow down, Kyran. I remember you telling me you’re

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going to meet Mr. Smith today. He’s your friend, and he’s here in this city today. Don’t ditch that meeting, okay?

Miss McKinnon, I’m coming with you.”

Deirdre froze, though she ultimately shrugged it off. “Thank you so much as usual, Mr. King.”

“Don’t mention it. I owe your boyfriend a favor,” he replied. “We should have breakfast before we go. I’TI take you

there.”

“Got it.”

Deirdre quickly went for a wash–up, giving Declan the opportunity to talk to Kyran. “You can trust me to take care of

her. You know it. I’ll call you if anything happens, so don’t show yourself.“1

Kyran placed his hand on his forehead. Fatigue hung over his eyebrows like a blood fog. “Sorry for the trouble.”

“It’s nothing. You can always check on your own some other time. You know what Charlene is like, right? She’s

going to throw a spectacular b*tch fit if she knows.”

“Who’s going to throw a fit?”

A confused Deirdre suddenly appeared in the living room, her hands freshly cleaned in the kitchen. Kyran and

Declan exchanged an alarmed glance. Neither of them could tell how much she had overheard.

“What was it about? Who’s gonna throw a fit if she ‘knows“?”

Declan coughed to ease the tension in his voice. “Oh, we were just talking about Charlene’s thing. If she knows

someone’s accused her of any crime, she will likely flip.”

Deirdre was not the slightest bit fazed. “She can try, but nothing will work out for her just because she has a nasty

temper. We all reap what we sow, and this is exactly what she deserves.”

“Too true. All we should care about is our own roles in the whole thing, right? The police will take care of

the rest.”

“Right,” she said, brightening up. “Forget her. Let’s eat!”

They finished their breakfast. Soon, Declan and Deirdre were ready to go.

Kyran could not stop himself and said, “I’ll come to fetch you if I finish work early.”

“Alright.” Deirdre removed the scarf around her neck and furled it around his. “See you.”

“Yeah. See you.”

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Declan had been waiting for her in front of the car. She made her way into the passenger seat, got comfortable,

and let the smile on her face fade.

This was not the end. This was just the beginning.

They reached the station. A police officer came to her and greeted her. “Miss McKinnon.”

“Where’s Charlene?”

“McKinney’s in the interrogation room. She won’t speak at all, ma’am. She says she’ll only talk if her lawyer’s with

her.”

Deirdre could have guessed that excuse from her from a mile away. “Let me talk to her.”

The police officer led the way. He opened the door, and without missing a beat, Charlene declared in her usual cool

confidence, “I don’t understand a single thing of what you people are accusing me of, so don’t even bother asking

me again. I need my lawyer.”

She turned to the door as it creaked. Her eyes met Deirdre’s, and a muscle in her face seemed to twitch. All colors

were drained out of her face.

She could not take her eyes away from Deirdre’s flawless, gorgeous face. Her gaze was so intense it was as though

she wished she could burn a hole through her cheeks with it.

Deirdre’s survival was unexpected to her. But nothing topped seeing her archnemesis regaining her old beauty.

It made her burn in envious rage.