Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 939 The Wedding Will Be Delayed Indefinitely

Charlene covered her face and wept bitterly.

She was so good at bursting into tears to the detriment of her dignity that it began to move some of the crowd into doubting their initial moralist instinct.

Brendan was about to say something when one of the guests burst out of the horde and slapped Charlene.

"You lying, two-timing b*tch!" the man thundered.

"What did you tell me when you slept with me? B*tch, you told me you're only in this for Brendan’s money.You told me you would run away with me once you got the money, but what did you do? You threw a six- against-one orgy behind my back! Does it kill you not to have a d* ck inside you fora moment! ?"

His invective, plus that slap that came from nowhere, shocked Charlene.

When she finally recovered and looked at the man, she ignored her disheveled hair and shrieked, "Who the f*ck are you!? I don't even know you! Security! This guy just slung an untrue slander at me, and I want him out!"

As she covered her face, the man's features became twisted.

"F*ck me! This b*tch recognizes a man by his d*ck instead of his face! Fine, Charli! You asked for this!"

He produced a stack of photos from his pocket and cast it to the floor.

"Now tell me if you don't f*cking recognize me again!" he snarled.

Charlene locked at the floor and saw photos of herself and the man she had slept with.

much that she would have sex with anyone

her some men, she suppressed her self- hatred and looked for anyone open for a casual

never thought it would become a chance for extortion...or these scandalous

white.She clawed at those photos and ripped them

of these are real! These are

instinct, though, told everyone a

began to

orgy party at her wedding and had sex with different people in private? And then when she got pregnant, she said it’s Mr.Brigthall's? Oh my

life! Now I just feel bad for Mr.Brighthall.The woman he loves turned out to be promiscuous.She doesn't even possess the decency to behave during

got wind of this scoop.Man, how cursed would my life be if this was

simply

disgust spread among them like a

a single word

glare never left his face—and neither did any warmth ever return to

was suppressing his rage.His lividity was leaking out of him, and soon enough, the

died down

one dared

tidied his collar impatiently before

in? Get out of my

hailstorm like temperament, the man opened

flitted through