Chapter 820:

Just as Fletcher was about to further pin the blame on Brenton, a sudden chill swept over him.

He turned, his expression shifting to one of surprise.

What on earth…

How had Brenton arrived so quietly?

Fletcher gulped, trying to gauge whether there was any way to coax a hint of compassion from Brenton.

But he knew all too well that Brenton’s goodwill was typically reserved for Harlee, and any punishment for him seemed inevitable.

So, Fletcher resorted to a more straightforward tactic.

With a pleading look, he gazed up at Brenton.

“Brenton, please, forgive me.

Don’t ask me to run the company again. It would truly be the end of me!”

stood there, exuding

a sharp black suit, with his hair perfectly

lips curled into what appeared to be

outsider, it might have seemed welcoming, but

smile from Brenton always

hoping Harlee

“Save me…”

imagination soar

hand on Fletcher’s shoulder just as he

pressure, Fletcher was forced to face him

on his face,

“Brenton, my shoulder hurts…”

hand, the smile still playing on his

the

hastily nodded, raising his hand

absolutely. It won’t happen

excuse popped

just remembered I’m supposed to go fishing with

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