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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 585
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Chapter 585 A Good Show

Brendan frowned and said, "Did you apply a new layer of concealer?

Deirdre heaved out a sigh of relief and explained, "I messed up my makeup, so I went to fix it."

"Where is your purse then?" Brendan was cautious. He was not someone who could be fooled easily. "If you didn't

bring your cosmetics with you, how did you fix your makeup?

"I borrowed them from someone I met in the washroom."

"Who is it?" Brendan squinted. He had the hunch that Deirdre was lying to him. He decided to follow his instinct and

stretched his finger forward to pinch Deirdre's left cheek.

In the next second, the pain that erupted from her left cheek caused her to frown.

Brendan let go of his hand and growled, "You're hurt?"

"Yes." Deirdre knew she couldn't fool Brendan anymore, so she had no other choice but to admit it.

"If you're hurt, then why didn't you tell me about it?" Brendan could not hold his anger anymore. "Who did it? Tell

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me."

Deirdre was stunned for a moment when she realized how angry Brendan was. However, in the next second, she

realized that he was so angry because of his pride as a man.

Someone at the party had bullied his woman, so it went without saying that he would become angry. After all, if

other people learned about it, it would also damage his reputation.

Deirdre lowered her head and replied, "No, you’ve misunderstood. No one hit me. I accidentally bumped into the

table and hurt myself when I walked."

"You're lying!"

Something flitted across Deirdre's eyes. Suddenly, the sound of a woman crying suddenly came from the main hall.

She instantly raised her head.

'The show has begun.’

Laura and Ci Hi an were standing at the center, holding their hands while cutting the cake. Mr. King Sr., Mrs. King,

and Declan were standing at the side.

At the same time, a strange woman appeared out of nowhere and cried, " Declan! What have I done wrong? Why

must you do this to me? Didn't you promise to marry me? That's why I had sex with you! But after I got pregnant,

you ignored me and went off the grid! Are you running from your responsibility? Do you not want your kid

anymore?"

A commotion broke out in the crowd when they heard what the woman said.

Mr. King Sr.’s face turned livid with anger. He shouted angrily, "Who are you? What the h*lI are you talking about!?"

Cillian stepped forward and chimed in sternly. "Miss, you don't have to watch what you eat, but you have to watch

what you say. My brother rarely comes back here, so how is there any possibility that he would have sex with you?"

"I’m not speaking nonsense!” As the woman bit her lower lip tightly, she said, "I have evidence with me!"

"Really?" Cillian raised his eyebrows. "Then, can you show us your evidence?"

She handed the photos she had printed out to Cillian. After he looked through the photos, he frowned and turned to

Declan.

At that point, even Brendan’s face sank.

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"How are you going to explain this, Declan?" asked Cillian, his voice laced thick with anger. "We don't mind if you

want to have sex with other women, but you shouldn’t bring trouble back to our family. Today is your sister-in- law's

birthday. How can you let such a woman come here and ruin her birthday celebration?"

Mr. King Sr. went forward and took the photo away. After looking through the photo, he became furious and gave

Declan a slap across his face.

"You b*stard!" He was so angry that his voice was shaking.

Deirdre's heart trembled when she heard the slap.

She found it hard to believe that Mr. King Sr. would actually give Declan a slap across his face in front of the public

before he found out the truth.

Was he his son or a stranger?

Declan's expression remained the same after his father slapped him. He said, "I didn't. I don't even know her."

"You don’t know her?" shouted Mr. King Sr., his voice thick with anger. He flung the photo at him and continued.

"Then explain to me about these photos. Are you saying that the man in this photo who did this thing with her is

another person?"