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Chapter 405
It was 3 a.m. when everything came to an end, and she was too exhausted to lift a finger.
Max scooped her up and headed towards the master bedroom. He was only wearing a
robe. In her groggy state. Brielle couldn’t help but worry about being caught by someone.
But as it turned out, they went unnoticed, and once she was laid on the bed in the
bedroom, she fell into a deep sleep from sheer fatigue.
Max fetched a towel from the bathroom and gently wiped down her skin inch by inch. So
when Brielle woke up the next day, she felt clean and refreshed all over.
Lazily snuggled in bed, she didn’t want to move, and noticed it was still snowing outside.
Max must have gone to the office by now. She lay there for another ten minutes before
slowly getting up. Right after freshening up, there was a knock on the door. It was the
butler, Wesley.
“Ms. Brielle, breakfast is ready.” he announced.
Feeling weak all over, Brielle mustered just enough energy to head downstairs for
breakfast.
Wesley had thoughtfully set up her laptop for her. After eating, Brielle settled on the couch
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwith her laptop to take care of some business matters. She first touched base with Mason,
discussing the ten–billion–dollar fund situation.
There was silence on Mason’s end for a few seconds before he asked, somewhat
uncertainly. [Could you repeat that? How much?]
Even through the screen, Brielle could imagine his expression. [Ten billion.]
Mason was silent for a full minute before sending a message. [Brielle, you’re a legend!]
Brielle chuckled, feeling a great sense of satisfaction.
After cheerfully replying to Mason, she opened the company’s official forum. Sarah’s name
was still in the headlines, but Brielle’s was not. She checked the outside public opinion;
everyone was waiting for the police results.
Brielle had already stepped out of this mess, but another piece of news caught her eye on
the website. It was about Max and Alivia’s upcoming engagement.
She frowned and couldn’t help but scroll through the feed, discovering that the
speculation was due to Max’s black bracelet going missing.
She couldn’t help but ask anonymously, “Why does a missing bracelet signal an
impending wedding?”
The buzzing forum went quiet for a few minutes before replies started pouring in.
“Because Alivia’s rosary is missing too.”
“Yeah, I just saw a photo of Alivia abroad, and the thing on her wrist is indeed gone.”
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“Did they make some kind of pact?”
Seeing this, Brielle continued scrolling and Indeed found a recent photo of Alivia, sans
bracelet. Both of them had worn identical pieces before, and now both were missing,
which naturally fueled speculation.
If it weren’t for Max’s rosary ending up with her, Brielle would have thought the same.
Brielle closed the forum; she wasn’t angry but felt like she’d been hit with a mallet.
Alivia could involve herself in Dorsey International’s affairs. The Barnes family was on
good terms with the Dorsey clan. Alivia’s brother and Max were longtime friends, and she
had been admitted to a top–tier research Institute. Alivia and Max were childhood friends.
If Max’s life were a movie, Alivia would be the tailor–made leading lady. She had looks,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmfamily background, and capability – she had it all.
Brielle dropped her gaze, thinking not only of these but also of Alivia’s tactics.
Alivia was quietly stirring up trouble from abroad. She was clearly up to no good. She had
already made her move; Noah was but a pawn.
Taking a deep breath, Brielle didn’t look any further but felt a sense of impending crisis.
That afternoon, she still went to the office. Shortly after arriving at her desk, a colleague
came in and informed her of a meeting on the top floor in twenty minutes.
Brielle nodded, picked up her documents, and headed to the private elevator. But what
she didn’t expect was to find Spencer inside.
By now, her feelings toward Spencer were not just of disdain but of outright disgust.
Max had been rather rough the night before, leaving not an inch of her skin untouched, so
she had worn a white scarf today. However, to a veteran like Spencer, it wouldn’t be hard
to guess why she was wearing a scarf.
Just as Brielle thought to step back, Spencer’s hand shot out and yanked her inside. “Let
go!” Her tone was cold, and then her scarf was pulled away, revealing a patchwork of
marks.
Spencer’s pupils shrank violently, his grip on her shoulders almost uncontrollable. “Brielle,
how low can you go? Do you actually enjoy being his plaything?!”
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