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,

hair perfectly styled, he looked every bit the imposing

what

welcoming, but Fletcher knew

Brenton always meant trouble was

around, hoping Harlee would

“Save me…”

imagination soar

a firm hand on Fletcher’s shoulder

was

pitiful look on his face, Fletcher looked

“Brenton, my shoulder hurts…”

hand, the smile still playing on his lips, his

the last

his

yes, absolutely. It won’t happen

an excuse popped into

just remembered I’m supposed to go

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