Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 747

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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 exhibitionist-one 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

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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?"

Charlene's smile froze for a perceptible second.

Then the faux grace returned. Only her voice contained whatever remained from her second-long ire. "Do you

really have to suck the joy out of our special occasion like that, Bren?"

"Look who's 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 be Mrs. Brighthall. Did you honestly think I would waste

my time on you without this thing?"

He did not mince his words-the cruelty was the point. Anyone would have found it stinging, but Charlene was utterly

unfazed. She was well aware of her status, desired object, and objectives. She was not going to crumble and throw

a fit just because Brendan was being deliberately caustic.

"Hmm... Maybe tonight? I'll send Ophelia's video to you when this is over. She's alive and doing well! You can see it

for yourself."

Her compliance was rewarded with Brendan’s silence. He started out of the lounge while Charlene followed.

"Hmm, something's not fair about this deal, don't you think? I hand you what you want 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, don’t you agree?"

Madame Brighthall was not present despite the gravity of the engagement. Brendan had called her and, to his

mother's surprise, asked for her attendance.

Madame Brighthall had repeatedly tried 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, I reserve

my right not to join this. I won't accept her as my daughter-in-law. Never."

It was not enough to dissuade Charlene at all. After her time in the detainment center, her gluttony had grown into

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something downright monstrous-that brief moment of denial from comfort and status had done

a number on her appetite. Nobody in Neve should question her identity. Nobody could say she was not who she said

she was.

Everyone must acknowledge her the way she wanted. And Madame Brighthall had to come-and be on the front-row

seat, with the limelight on.

Brendan turned away from her, his expression even more frigid than before. Charlene broke out a smile. "It’s the

last of my requests today, Bren dear. Oh! How about... if I add to the stakes?

"Would you like an audio track of Ophelia’s voice?"

Madame Brighthall's appearance at the engagement party was the flame that ignited the nation’s imagination.

Even neighboring cities indulged in the entertainment.

By the time Deirdre caught the news, every channel and their shows were already talking about it.

The importance of engagement parties paled against the gravitas of the wedding itself, so Madame Brighthall's

absence would hardly seem inappropriate. She was an aging woman with a frail constitution who spent much of her

time in her garden, after all. It was entirely reasonable for the older woman not to show up at a party for health

reasons.

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