Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 747 Let's Add One More Stake to This, Shall We?

For some unknown reason, the uncertain, almost unsettled look on Deirdre's face summoned a swirl of anxiety. He frowned, and his eyebrows locked together into a knot. He could not tell why or where this anxiety was coming from, but his gut was telling him that something big was about to happen...

"Bren!"

The door to the lounge opened. Charlene sashayed into the room in tailor- made sartorial finery, decked in jewelry amounting to more than a million dollars in total. She seemed to have made it her mission to become the epitome of a wealthy exhibitionist-one could see it on her face.

And her face! The surgery was clearly a success, judging from her recovery. After leaving the detainment center, Charlene had some of her" imperfections" adjusted, and with the right application of cosmetics, she was genuinely beautiful in her own way.

Brendan tossed a glance in her direction and felt a surge of disgust shooting into his mouth. His mien was frigid, but Charlene dismissed it altogether with a practiced smile. She stepped forward. "What are you watching in this room? It's our engagement party, dear Bren. Our esteemed guests are dying to toast to us outside!"

She extended her hand to him. He roundly ignored it. "When are you going to give me the video?"

froze for a

her second-long ire. "Do you really have to suck the

here today, showing off everything you don't own to people who could not have known better. It's the only reason you can look the way you look and sate your lust to

not mince his words-the cruelty was the point. Anyone would have found it stinging, but Charlene was utterly unfazed. She was well aware of her status, desired object, and objectives. She was not going to crumble and

video to you when this is over. She's alive and doing well! You can see it

silence. He started

unreservedly, but you don't seem to return the favor, Bren," she complained wryly. "Where's my mother-in-law? When is

present despite the gravity of the engagement. Brendan had called her and,

pry an answer, and when she could not, she sighed in resignation. "You know what? Fine. You're a grownup, and I'm no longer in the business of making you follow whatever I find best. You have

After her time in the detainment center, her gluttony had grown into something downright monstrous-that