Chapter 79 Tibetan mastiff! A jolt of fear shot through Briony's heart.
But she knew-this was exactly the kind of situation where she couldn't afford to panic.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Did Madeline really think I'd show up here empty-handed?" Briony's voice was steady, almost cold.
Madeline frowned. "What are you getting at?" Briony's lips curled into a frosty smile. "Every single call Mack made tothese past few days-I recorded them all. Before I set foot in the Kensington house, I stopped by the police station. I filed a report and handed over the recordings. If anything happens tohere today, Mack will be the prsuspect. And the rest of you? Every single person in this room will be implicated." A stunned silence fell over the room. The entire Kensington family stared at her in disbelief.
She had actually thought this far ahead! Melody practically spat with rage. "You little wretch! No wonder you seduced Stewart into representing you back in college-you conniving witch! You didn't chere looking for help; you cto set a trap for the whole Kensington family!" The rest of the Kensingtons weren't far behind, pointing fingers and hurling curses: "It's a disgrace we ever took you in! Briony, will you only be happy when you've destroyed this family?" "We never should have let the old man raise you-we should've left you to fend for yourself in the middle of nowhere!" "Mack is your own brother! And you're scheming against him? Briony, you're vile -you'll get what you deserve!" Briony tuned out their insults; to her, their words were just so much noise.
She stood alone, back straight despite the blood staining her ivory winter coat. She looked battered, but hardly broken.
Blood blurred her vision. She wiped it away, smearing her hand red, then held her palm up for them all to see. Her lips, pale and bloodless, pulled into a faint smile. "With injuries like this, a medical examination should be more than enough to prove assault with intent." "You-!" Madeline's face twisted with fury, the lines of age deepening in her scowl. "You really are a schemer, aren't you?" Briony's eyes, cold as ice, swept over every face in the room before settling on Madeline. "When you're up against a pack of heartless animals, you have to use your wits. Otherwise, I wouldn't have survived this long, would I?" She turned her gaze back to Madeline. "Madeline, Mack is your only son-your precious heir. Are you really willing to risk his future for the sake of getting rid of your so-called black sheep?" Madeline glared daggers at her, hatred burning in her eyes.
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But Briony simply stared back, calm and detached. It was as if she had anticipated every move, every word the entire scene was unfolding exactly as she'd planned. Mack descended the stairs and stopped in front of her.
"You expectto just take your word for it about these recordings?" he sneered. "Briony, stop trying to ove play mind games with me. Even if you really did go to the police, I'm not scared. There's not a single witness here who would testify for you." His dark gaze was menacing, fixed on her. "As long as you end up dead, no one can prove a thing." "Is that so?" Briony let out a short laugh. "Mack, did you forget when you deliberately randown before?" He flinched; his brows drew together.
She caught the flicker of fear in his expression-and knew she'd hit her mark.
"This is a society of laws," she said quietly. "Your crimes don't go unnoticed. To the justice system, you're already a repeat offender."
Lifting her bloody hand, she wiped it carelessly across the front of his pristine suit jacket.
his of a gentleman You look the part Mack, but everything you do proves you're nothing but a monster."