Chapter 700 Never Recovered


    J was scared out of her wits. She desperately clung to the frame of the French window, hoping


    that Charis wouldn''t be able to push her out.


    At this critical moment, the door to the office was suddenly pushed open.


    Brandon strode in.


    "There is something wrong with this—"


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    He was looking down at a document in his hand as he walked inside Charis''s office. Suddenly, he


    heard a blood-curdling scream. He looked up abruptly and saw the two women by the French


    window.


    "Charis! What the hell are you doing?!" Brandon was shocked cold. He clearly saw that Charis


    holding J''s head outside the broken window. One false move and J could plummet to her


    death.


    All the color drained from Brandon''s face.


    Never in his wildest dreams would he have expected to see such a scene when Charis asked him


    toe to her office to talk about work.


    Seeing that he was about to take a step towards them, Charis''s eyes widened and she shouted,


    "Don''te over! If you take one more step, I''ll throw her out!"


    She was so worked up that the veins on her forehead bulged.


    Brandon stopped in his tracks and raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, I won''t move. Please,


    Charis. Don''t do this."


    "Brandon, do you feel hurt yet? I asked you toe here so that you could watch J die with


    your own eyes!" Charis raised her head andughed hysterically. At this moment, what with her


    disfigured face, she looked like a real brutal monster.


    Brandon was overwhelmed with shock and confusion. "Why are you doing this? The psychologist


    said that you had recovered!"


    "Recovered?" Charisughed again. "Brandon, you think life is that simple? I''ll never be cured! Yes!


    That fire turned me into a monster inside and out! My life is ruined! Yet you''re still so happy with


    J! It''s driving me crazy!"


    She roared like an injured beast. The scars of the fire had been imprinted on her face and her heart.


    She had never felt so ugly in her life.


    Seeing the crazed look in her eye, Brandon instantly understood.


    Charis had never recovered. She had deceived everyone, including her doctor, into believing that


    she had recovered. Secretly, her craziness only festered and grew to unprecedented heights.


    "You came back just to hurt J?" Brandon''s eyes darkened.


    "Exactly. I deliberately waited until you put your guard down so that you could let mee back to


    the Larson Group. I nned everything so you could watch J die in front of you!" With her


    bloodshot eyes as wide as saucers, Charis burst into crazedughter. She looked like a


    madwoman!


    Brandon didn''t dare to act rashly. J was by the very edge of the window, being held in ce


    only by Charis. As long as Charis let go, J would plummet over twenty floors down.


    He didn''t dare to call the police or ask for help, which would only provoke the crazy Charis even


    more.


    He was caught between a rock and a hard ce. What should he do?


    For the first time in his life, he felt so much regret. He was the one who asked Charis toe back


    to work. He was the one who put J in danger! He gritted his teeth, wishing that he was the one


    that Charis wanted to kill.


    Brandon tried to stay calm. He subtly covered his phone with the document in his hand and dialed


    Garrett''s number while Charis wasn''t looking.


    In order to buy more time, Brandon tried to negotiate. "If you let her go unharmed, I''ll pretend that


    nothing happened. I promise I''ll let this go, okay?"


    Charis threw her head back andughed even more hysterically. "Brandon, are you seriously trying


    to negotiate with me right now? Do you think I want to live after this? I''m ready to go down with her!


    I''ll take away the woman you love and make sure you live the rest of your life in pain and regret!"