Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 944 Leaked Photos

"Nothing makes a man wanna protect more than his ego, right? Especially someone like Brendan.We can see that from what happened a few years ago.How could someone like that even allow news of himself being cucked to be leaked to the world? It just doesn’t make sense."

The man sank into a pensive silence.

The underling was not wrong, yet he could not help but think something was amiss about this entire event—even if he could not connect Brendan to the mastermind.

A long beat later, the man finally broke his silence.

"Charlene McKinney is not salvageable by this point.Time to use this.Add fuel into Brendan’s chaos."

Three days later, another story related to Charlene made the rounds.

This time, intimate photos between herself and other men were under the spotlight.

The leaker had stories, too.

While Charlene was "a sl*t", Brendan was described as someone whose apparent chastity and self-control were completely faked.

relationships with many minors, the leaker claimed, so his instinct was to protect Charlene after

existence added some believability to

became the center of

y'all think this is true or nah? Do you think Brendan and Charli are both very problematic players this whole time? I didn’t

be deceiving.You expect fidelity from people like them? You're asking pigs to fly.Honestly, this whole thing only came to light by accident, and now we now.If Brendan was as innocent as people hope, bro would have immediately explained himself before sh*t’s turned

the pictures, I think this leaker has got to be their friend or

things more believable, right? It’s gotta

Worse, he’s kinky asf and hurts them for his pleasure instead of theirs! So that call girl

sh*t to lead

discourse

commentaries while doing her grocery shopping—returned, she needed

will jump to conclusions before anything’s even certain

him and then point their fingers at

head with her palm and flashed

should do your groceries online for the time

cooking

fake.She can be loose all she wants, but dragging Mr.Brighthall through the mud