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

suit, with his hair perfectly styled, he looked every bit the

lips curled into what appeared to

might have seemed welcoming,

smile from Brenton always

around, hoping Harlee would

“Save me…”

imagination

hand on Fletcher’s shoulder just as

was

look on his face,

“Brenton, my shoulder hurts…”

his hand, the smile still playing on his lips,

the

nodded, raising his hand

It won’t

excuse popped

I just remembered I’m supposed

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