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,

suit, with his hair perfectly styled,

lips curled into what appeared to be

seemed welcoming, but Fletcher knew better—it was a

from Brenton always meant

hoping Harlee would

“Save me…”

imagination soar

placing a firm hand

was forced to face him

on his face, Fletcher

“Brenton, my shoulder hurts…”

playing on his lips, his gaze

is the last

his hand in

absolutely. It won’t

an excuse popped

supposed to go

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