Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 820

Chapter 820:

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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!”

Brenton stood there, exuding authority.

Dressed in a sharp black suit, with his hair perfectly styled, he looked every bit the imposing figure.

Brenton’s lips curled into what appeared to be a smile.

To an outsider, it might have seemed welcoming, but Fletcher knew better—it was a death sentence.

That smile from Brenton always meant trouble was brewing.

Fletcher quickly turned around, hoping Harlee would step in.

“Save me…”

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But Brenton was quicker, placing a firm hand on Fletcher’s shoulder just as he turned.

Overcome by the pressure, Fletcher was forced to face him again.

With a pitiful look on his face, Fletcher looked up.

“Brenton, my shoulder hurts…”

Brenton withdrew his hand, the smile still playing on his lips, his gaze never leaving Fletcher.

“This is the last time.”

Fletcher hastily nodded, raising his hand in an earnest promise.

“Yes, yes, absolutely. It won’t happen again.”

Suddenly, an excuse popped into Fletcher’s head.

“Ah… I just remembered I’m supposed to go fishing with someone.

Brenton, Harlee, I’ve got to go…” With that, he scrambled away.

Brenton paid him no mind and motioned toward the study, signaling that he wanted to speak with Harlee privately.

As Harlee walked toward the study, she caught a glimpse of a figure moving in the corner of the room and casually averted her gaze.

She had thought Etta had been keeping a low profile lately, yet it seemed Etta had merely been hiding effectively.

This was perfect.

Harlee enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

Once she dealt with Hale, she planned to turn her attention to catching this elusive “mouse” for a bit of sport.

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