Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 896

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Chapter 896 Why Is Charlene Helping Us?

Brendan smiled and approached him. "Uncle Zimmer."

Mr. Zimmer was stunned for a moment. He walked over and said, "Well done." "I was hoping that you wouldn’t mind

it, Uncle Zimmer. I had to hide from everyone before the situation came to an end.” "Why would I mind?" Mr.

Zimmer appeared to be in a daze for a moment. Soon afterward, he smiled and patted Brendan's shoulder. "You

saw through Desmond and the others before me. I'm delighted you have a keen sense of people and can

implement solid measures. It seems it is totally fine to hand over the company to you so I can set my mind at ease

and retire..."

As he was speaking, he took a glance at Deirdre. "I'm sorry, Miss McKinnon."

Deirdre was surprised that a senior like him would lower himself to apologize to her. She lowered her eyes and said,

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"You don't need to apologize, Mr. Zimmer. I remembered you helping me previously too." "No, that is not the same

thing. At the time, I thought that you were... I treated you in a very poor manner indeed, and I’ve never regarded

you as a decent, proper girl. I was too shallow-minded." Mr. Zimmer was ashamed of himself. "However, I can set

my mind at ease with the current situation. Your mother's situation is justified as well... If there’s nothing else, I shall

make a move first."

Mr. Zimmer left in a rush.

Deirdre and Brendan walked outside together. She went from feeling weighed down initially to surprisingly relaxed

at this very moment.

She was having a hard time accepting that the situation would end in this manner.

After taking a seat in the passenger seat, she asked, "Charlene... why is she helping us? It doesn't seem like her..."

Brendan helped to fasten her seatbelt, and his lips curled up beyond his notice. "I knew you couldn't stand it

anymore, and you'd ask me."

In the ward, Charlene was caught by surprise when someone slapped her. The room was pitch black, and her eyes

were reddened. She could not care about her leg injury when she repeatedly bowed to apologize. "I'm sorry, I'm

sorry..."

The person could not be bothered by her piteous demeanor, kicking her until she toppled to the floor.

"You piece of sh*t!"

Charlene bit her lower lip tightly while the man pulled her up by her hair." This is supposed to be a grand

opportunity to take control of the Brighthall Group and get rid of Brendan. Yet, you just can't do anything right. You

actually commissioned those people to attack Deirdre and create the opportunity for Brendan!" "It wasn't

intentional! I didn't do that on purpose!" Charlene was crying from fear. "I thought that Brendan would be so

distracted by the hectic situation that he wouldn’t be paying attention to Deirdre!

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"I hate her too much, which is why I figured I'd use that method to seek revenge on her. But, I did not expect those

people to be so bad at keeping a tight lid and confessing that I'm the culprit under torture!"

Tears streamed down Charlene's face. "If I didn't do as Brendan's order, he would expose the voice clip... I'm

scared-"

The man gave her a tight slap with a ghastly expression.

He bent his fingers and pulled out long scratch marks on Charlene's face, her body shivering from the pain.

"Those are all dumb excuses!" The man calmed down with great effort and narrowed his eyes. "Now the problem is

that Desmond is involved as well. From today onward, I will call the shots, and if you dare to defy me, I will

decapitate you even before Brendan can do it himself!" "Don’t ever forget who gave you a new life such that you

can be with

Brendan safely. If I can give you a new life, I can give you death too!"

Charlene begged for mercy with all her might. "I... I understand! I won't do it again!"

Charlene clutched the collar of her top tightly with a sharp glint glistening in her eyes when she heard the sound of

a door slamming echo in the room.

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