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 styled, he looked every bit the

curled into what appeared to be a

it might have seemed welcoming, but

always

around, hoping

“Save me…”

your imagination

placing a firm hand on

was forced

look on his

“Brenton, my shoulder hurts…”

his hand, the smile still playing on his lips, his gaze

is the

his hand

absolutely. It

excuse popped into Fletcher’s

I’m supposed to go fishing with

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