Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 530

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 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.”

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.