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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 586
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Chapter 586 He'll Do What He Needs to Do

The sharp edges of the photos cut through Declan's skin, leaving a sharp wound on his cheek.

He frowned and looked at the stack of photos on the floor. In the next second, his pupils constricted.

Holding Brendan's arm, Deirdre asked, "What's the matter?"

Brendan looked at the photos and said, "Declan is hugging that woman in the photo."

"What? But how is that possible?" Deirdre was stunned.

"Of course, it's impossible," replied Brendan. "So something is definitely fishy here, but these photos aren't

photoshopped."

If these photos were photoshopped, then it would be too easy to expose the lie. This was certainly not what Cillian

wanted.

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Declan raised his head and said, "It's true that the person in the photo is me, but I can assure you guys that nothing

happened between us. I was drunk at that time and nearly passed out. There was no way I could've done anything.

Fionn can be my witness."

"Everyone knows that Fionn is your assistant," Cillian said impassively. " He'll only help you, so his testimony can't

prove anything."

"Yes, he’s my assistant, but I didn't do anything to her."

Mr. King Sr. gnashed his teeth and said, 'You didn't do anything to her? Stop lying! Why would she come here to look

for you if you didn't do anything to her? I thought you were different from your mother, but apparently, an apple

doesn't fall far from the tree. You... You really have disappointed me!"

Deirdre's heart sank when she heard what Mr. King Sr. said. It was very hurtful.

Deirdre had learned that Declan was not only born out of wedlock but that his mother was also a wh*re when she

was in the washroom. Apparently, this was something unacceptable in the Kings. Everyone in their family wanted to

forget about this, while Gillian's plan was to expose it in front of everyone. That was why Mr. King Sr. was so furious

about it.

Her expression was ugly, and she asked curiously, "Mr. King is very alert. How would he allow himself to get drunk

and let that woman get what she wanted?"

Brendan's gaze was cold. He stared toward the front and replied, "He often loses his cool when it comes to Laura.

But I'm pretty sure he won't let his guard down that easily, so he must have fallen into Gillian's trap.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so surprised when he saw those photos."

'Gillian's trap? What kind of trap?’ Deirdre tried her best to figure out what kind of trap Cillian had set up for Declan.

The woman in the eye of the storm covered her face and cried. "If it hadn’t been for you ignoring me, I wouldn't

have exposed our relationship in front of everyone since I love you so much. I don't want to put you in hot water,

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either. As long as you're willing to marry me and carry out your responsibility, I'll forgive you."

"Of course." Mrs. King stood forward. She was Gillian’s mother, so it went without saying that she knew about

CiIlian's plan. She put on a high and mighty attitude and said, "This is all Declan's mistake. We would never allow

him to treat a woman this way. Girl, don’t worry. Declan will certainly carry out his responsibility."

"Yes, don't worry." Since things had come to this point, Mr. King Sr. could only suppress his anger and said, "It's

Declan's fault. We’ll give him his punishment. He'll do what he needs to do."

The woman wiped her tears off her face and said pitifully, 'Thank you. Then when are we getting married? I'm

worried that he might run away again."

"Don't worry." Mr. King Sr. shot daggers at Declan. "I'll arrange your marriage as soon as possible. I assure you it'll

be done in less than a month."

The woman nodded in satisfaction. Just when she was about to say something, Declan interrupted her. "No. I will

not marry her."

His voice was firm. It wafted into everyone's ears without any effort, stunning them.