Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 449 How Much Longer Should Her Torment Last?

“This article is proof!”

“Article?” Declan’s features twisted into an unamused glare. “I can write a hundred of those fake articles with a slightly different bend. People don’t even have to attach their real names to half of this trashy fake news now, let alone do old-fashioned things like corroborating it with solid evidence.

“Honestly, who gave you the right to harass someone innocent over some tabloid’s piss-poor excuse of

an article?”

“Mr. King

“You’re all right, Miss McKinnon. Ain’t no reason to play nice to *ssholes, right?” he replied reassuringly. “Wait, Miss ‘McKinnon’? Her name is McKinnon!?”

“What’s that to you, news as well?” Declan clapped back. “Should I call the cops and have them read her personal information to you too?”

Her friend tugged on her

back her tears. It felt like a crater had erupted from the inside of her skull. She had to calm herself down with several deep breaths before muttering, “Mr. King, what is

as confused. “Someone’s got their eyes on

“What does that mean?”

hospital, taken your picture, and sold it to fake news agencies with sh*tty rep. They made a big story about you being

one of the protagonists is at his most milkable moments right now, so with your story, they spread it out like it

“You’re telling me it’s already out there? The

to suppress the matter as much as we can on the Internet. We’ll come out with a clarification of some

all. “What about Brendan?” she asked, her voice trembling. Her fists were red from her force, and her eyes were widening in fear. “If people

Deirdre was worried about character assassinations or the threat to her freedom, but it turned out she was worried about whether Brendan knew about

so. He and Kyran have their operations on

Deirdre exhaled in relief. Her face was still white as a sheet. Her eyes were red.

not a

who she was.