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!”

there, exuding

hair perfectly styled, he looked

what appeared

an outsider, it might have seemed welcoming, but Fletcher knew better—it was

from Brenton always meant trouble

turned around, hoping

“Save me…”

your imagination

hand on Fletcher’s shoulder just as he

by the pressure, Fletcher was forced to face him

a pitiful look on

“Brenton, my shoulder hurts…”

playing on his lips,

the last

nodded, raising his hand

yes, absolutely. It won’t

excuse popped into Fletcher’s

I just remembered I’m supposed to go

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