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.

she would have

her benefactor forgot to bring her some men, she suppressed her

never thought it would become

those photos and ripped them to

these are real! These

though, told

to whisper among

wedding and had sex with different people in private? And then when she got pregnant,

sake! I never thought I’d ever get to know a woman this shameless in 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

this scoop.Man, how cursed would my life be if this

invectives simply would not

disgust spread among

single word since Charlene was

his face—and neither did any warmth ever return to

suppressing his rage.His lividity

died

dared speak any

collar impatiently before turning

Get out of

like temperament, the man opened

through Charlene’s otherwise despondent