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,

his hair perfectly styled, he looked every bit

what appeared to be

it might have seemed welcoming, but

smile from Brenton always meant

quickly turned around, hoping

“Save me…”

your imagination

hand on Fletcher’s shoulder just

pressure, Fletcher was

pitiful look on his face,

“Brenton, my shoulder hurts…”

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

is the

nodded, raising his hand

yes, absolutely. It

popped into Fletcher’s

remembered I’m supposed to go fishing

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