Resent, Reject, Regret

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 exhibitionistone 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?”

for

her voice contained whatever remained from her second-long ire. “Do you

complaining!” Brendan smirked icily. “As if you’ve already forgotten that it’s the only reason you’re standing 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

utterly unfazed. She was well aware of her status,

being deliberately

send Ophelia’s video to you when this is over. She’s alive and doing well! You can

rewarded with Brendan’s silence. He started

so easily and unreservedly, but you don’t seem to return the favor, Bren,” she complained wryly. “Where’s my mother-in-law? When is she going to show up? Her absence on a day as important as this one is wrong,

the gravity of the engagement. Brendan had called her and, to

to 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 your own way of cleaning up your mess, and only you know your own mess the best. With that said,