Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 895

Prev Chapter
Background

Font family

Font size

Line hieght

Full frame
Yes No

No line breaks
Yes No
Next Chapter

Chapter 895 The Arrest

Since it was a misunderstanding, the wind of change was blowing through the online community. The website was

packed with users who were not only deleting their hateful comments but also posting their apologies.

The entry 'Brendan is a good man* received a high upvote.

At the same time, another entry was upvoted as well.

"What is the meaning of this entry 'Let’s talk about the dirty deeds of the Brighthall Group's Desmond Griffin and his

accomplices'?"

Mr. Church's expression changed drastically. He hastily clicked on the hashtag and discovered that the dirty deeds

that Desmond, he, and a few others had committed had been exposed.

His knees buckled all at once, and he sat on the floor weakly. He glared at Brendan in despair.

"You madman! You took a bet on the Brighthall Group's future on purpose!"

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

Brendan loosened his tie and said coldly, "I learned that there were quite a few sneaky rats in the Brighthall Group

when I was caught in a series of events, but I didn't expect that you used the company's resources without my

knowledge when you used to keep a low profile. You diverted the company's resources to your own company and

committed numerous filthy acts.

"I was planning on handling Desmond alone initially by using him to set an example. Yet, since you insist on being a

part of this, I don't mind taking you out as well."

Mr. Church aged a few years instantly. His eyes were bloodshot, and he struggled to stand up. "Brendan... You won’t

get to be proud of yourself all the time!" "I won't get to be proud of myself all the time, but it's enough so long as

you will never get to be proud of yourself."

Afterward, Mr. Church received a call that ordered him to leave, and the hall fell deathly silent.

"Reagan," Brendan said and looked at the man who was preparing to sneak away by his side. His gaze was ghastly

cold when he said, "You're fired."

He would never allow himself to act sloppily.

Reagan's pupils constricted in fear, and he hastily bowed down to beg for mercy. "Mr. Brighthall! Mr. Brighthall!

Don't fire me. I know I was wrong, and I promise I will not be disloyal anymore from now on! I have nowhere else to

go if you fire me!"

He did not come from an influential family or have any impressive educational background. He would not hold a

high position in any company if he sought employment elsewhere. Moreover, even if he were to hold a high position

in some company, he would not receive the current treatment.

Reagan was well aware of that, so he would lower himself at this very moment in the hope that Brendan would

relent for the slightest bit and he could keep his job.

He did not expect that Brendan would just look at him calmly. Brendan was arrogant and cold, without any ounce of

anger.

"Reagan, do you know why I refused to give you a salary increment all this time? I claimed that you are working

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

hard for the company, but I know better than anyone else that your performance has been deteriorating.

You're far worse than you were three years ago, but I was still giving you chances to improve."

Afterward, Brendan did not comment further.

Deirdre understood that Brendan's silence was already the best treatment for Reagan.

He had always been a perfectionist. If Brendan did not feel that Reagan was talented, he would have already

punished Reagan mercilessly from the very moment Reagan’s performance deteriorated.

On the other hand, Reagan was obstinate after receiving such preferential treatment, so he now had to face the

consequences.

Reagan’s eyes dimmed upon hearing that, and he dropped to his knees in despair.

Brendan glanced around him and asked, "Is there any more objection? If there's none, all the top-level personnel

and board members are invited to a meeting in the boardroom at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow. Don't be late."

His remark insinuated that there would be a bloodbath in the Brighthall Group. No one dared to speak, while

Brendan left holding Deirdre by her waist. Before they walked out of the hall, he saw Mr. Zimmer standing by

himself as if he was observing from afar.

Report chapter Comments