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Chapter 82
As Lillian turned away, a sly smile curled the corners of her lips. She hadn’t anticipated
such a lucky break.
The marks on Brielle’s neck certainly weren’t from Spencer. After all, he had been tied up
in his own troubles these past few days. It seemed Brielle had indeed been rolling in the
hay with some unsavory characters.
At this moment, Lillian felt on top of the world, as though even the gods were conspiring in
her favor. With Brielle tarnished in such a way, who would want her now? Especially since
she was on the verge of crossing the Rowlands and the Hatfields.
Unable to contain her glee, Lillian stealthily pulled out her phone and texted Sophia.
[Sweetie, sorry, I can’t help you this time. I tried to get the Haywoods to come, but
Brielle’s stubborn as a mule. Now Miranda’s fainted from the stress, and I need to dash to
the hospital. What’s your game plan?]
Sophia was deeply touched by the message. Compared to the troublemaker Emily, Lillian
was practically an angel. [I guess I have no choice but to turn to Tessa, hoping she can get
Andrew to step in. Lillian, you’ve been a lifesaver. Is Miranda okay?]
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLillian didn’t reply immediately, deliberately waiting a good fifteen minutes before
responding. [Not sure yet, gotta go. Ugh, Bri’s really not giving an inch this time.]
Seeing Brielle’s name, Sophia felt her eyes burn with rage. Indeed, that bitch! Despite
everyone’s pleas, she hadn’t budged an inch.
Sophia sneered, vowing that once she got through this ordeal, she’d find someone even
tougher to take Brielle down a peg. Next time, it wouldn’t just be rumors. She’d have a
video of Brielle’s escapades spread all over Beaconsfield. Then she’d see how that hussy
would have the gall to stick around.
Although Sophia was seething with plans for revenge, panic was setting in. The police
were knocking at her door. As the cold handcuffs clicked around her wrists, her hatred for
Brielle and Emily deepened.
She had already sent word to Tessa. Though not the favorite of the Rowlands, her frequent
visits to Tessa would surely pay off. Tessa would come to her rescue.
Meanwhile, the police station fell into an awkward silence with the departure of the trio.
Brielle leaned against the cold wall, sweat beading on her forehead. Exhausted, she
longed for rest, but she heard that Sophia was on her way.
She didn’t know Sophia, which meant someone was pulling strings behind the scenes. This
was her chance to expose everyone involved.
Brielle’s lashes fluttered, her fingers weakly curled, then relaxed. Her nose tingled, eyes
growing hot.
Footsteps approached the door again, but she had no strength left to look up, resting
quietly with her eyes closed. She knew that many people at the scene were eyeing her
neck, thinking she was promiscuous and fickle.
The man who was handcuffed also took the opportunity to mumble a few words. “You sure
get around, don’t you? Can’t blame folks for wanting to ruin your pretty face.”
His words dripped with scorn, his gaze trying to pierce through the fabric covering her, to
strip her bare.
Brielle felt cold, a chill rising from her feet and spreading through her body, making her
lips quiver.
The footsteps grew closer, and a respectful voice announced, “Mr. Dorsey.”
“Mr. Dorsey, to what do we owe the honor of your personal visit?”
Brielle forced her eyes open, but could only make out a blurry silhouette.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe was like a beacon of light, radiating warmth as he approached. His warm palm rested
on her forehead, and
she couldn’t help but nuzzle into it. Then her body swayed, and she was enveloped in his
arms.
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“Uncle Max?”
Her voice was hoarse, filled with yearning as she nestled into his chest.
Max didn’t respond, his expression as cold as ice. The temperature in the room
plummeted, and everyone was too intimidated to meet his gaze.
He carried Brielle out to the waiting car.
Brielle curled into his embrace, wincing in pain. His warm palm seemed to touch her very
soul, and fearing she’d dirty his hands, she quickly recoiled. “It’s dirty.”
She didn’t know if this was reality or a dream.
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