All Chapters of Resent, Reject, Regret: Chapter 931 - Chapter 940

Charlene immediately feigned her fall and sat on the ground. Meanwhile, her eyes welled up with tears. Brendan showed up from the left corner and found Charlene getting up from the ground, sobbing. She put on such a good act that her expression was extremely pitiful. Brendan furrowed his eyebrows in disgust. He took a glance at the surroundings and asked, “What happened?”Charlene made her way to Brendan and said in a grieving tone, “Forget it…Brendan. It’s fine. I think that Miss McKinnon might not be in a good mood, so she is using me to vent her anger. She was angered after finding out about our marriage, and I can understand that.”Deirdre wanted to laugh at Charlene’s fabricated, provocative remark. “Were you not trying to slap me in the face because you were angered and embarrassed? I can’t see clearly, but I can still see that your action is much more honest than your mouth.”Charlene assumed an innocent expression. “Miss McKinnon, you can blame me for taking Brendan

Deirdre immediately recognized the crux of his announcement. “What happened?”“She told the journalists you’ll be attending her wedding, so now, if you don’t go, that will make things really tough to explain.”“She said I was going to attend. Right on the journalists’ faces.” Deirdre’s expression darkened. She had mistaken the certainty in Charlene’s words earlier today as a bluff—she did not know it was planned.Still, something puzzled her. Why would Charlene go to all these lengths to force her into attending her wedding reception? Unless… Charlene had something else planned for her?Deirdre raised her head at that thought. She needed to warn him. “Brendan?”She needed to remind him that Charlene never did something without an ulterior motive. But before she could say anything at all, someone knocked on their door. The voice from the devil herself came from the other side. “Bren? Bren! Are you in there?”Deirdre’s heart stopped for a millisecond. How did she know he was in the

Deirdre was stunned into silence for a moment. Then, a series of footsteps came, announcing an intruder. Charlene strode inside the room. Brendan and Deirdre were about a few meters apart, with the latter staring at the floor with an awkward grimace. “Bren!” She cried out while secretly seething. Damn it! No matter how hard she tried to prevent it, this b*tch would always find a way to charm Brendan! Suppressing her rage, she smiled and asked, “What happened? Miss McKinnon’s wearing a terrible grimace.”What she called “a terrible grimace” was really just Deirdre’s face turning red from being flustered. Charlene could not tell, but Brendan could—and he gave a long, hard look. “Nothing. Bumped into her after coming back here from work. We talked a little.”“Really? Was a talk enough for her to make that face?” Charlene remarked coquettishly as she snaked her arm around Brendan’s. “Jeez, you should really be kinder and gentler to Miss McKinnon, you know? That kid she’s pregnant w

“Brendan really knows how to choose his woman, dang! Remember Charlene McKinney? That one was gorgeous too, man. Too bad the woman this time…”Someone began to compare the bride herself with Deirdre. “I thought Charlie McKinsey was pretty, but now his ex-wife’s cousin is here, I gotta say… damn. That ain’t a gap. It’s an entire level of difference!”“Maybe Brendan cares more about the vibe, ya know? But if it were me, I'd definitely tie my knot with McKinnon, 100%.” The crowd began to laugh up their sleeves while Charlene had to maintain a smile despite broiling. What did these little sh*ts mean by ‘an entire level of difference’? Were they blind or nuts!?And that b*tch! The color and style of the dress should have made it impossible to shine in an event as grand as this! How the hell did she turn a piece of rock into a gemstone!? She used the dress to somehow elevate herself!F*cking b*tch!Charlene whipped her head in the direction of the stylist following her, irate. The sur

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 for a 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 bec