Chapter 96
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Emily spun on her heel and departed without another word, leaving Sophia standing there,
her face contorted in anger. Clenching her at her side, she spat out, “I’ve apologized
already. If Emily doesn’t want. to make amends, that’s her business. Can I go now?”
She sneered to herself, thinking about calling Andrew the moment she was out the door to
say she’d done her part. After that, how she’d deal with Brielle was nobody’s concern. She
sure as heck wasn’t going to let Brielle off the hook for humiliating her like this.
Brielle pushed herself to her feet, leaning heavily on the cane resting. beside her. “Andrew
must have told you both to apologize together. Since Emily’s gone, today’s little show
doesn’t count. Find another time, and make sure you both show up.”
Sophia was incredulous, feeling like she’d been played for a fool. “Brielle, the only reason
I’m standing here is out of respect for Andrew. Who do you think you are, anyway? Without
him, someone of your status wouldn’t even have the right to speak to me.” She was
fuming, her face red with rage, yet she bit back her anger, remembering Andrew’s
instructions.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs Brielle reached the bedroom door, she saw it ajar, with Max about to step out.
Quick as a flash, Brielle slipped through the door and pushed him back
inside.
Outside, Sophia caught just a glimpse of a man’s silhouette through the crack before it
vanished.
It was too quick, she hadn’t seen his face, but she sensed he had an air of distinction
about him.
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Brielle stood inside the bedroom, leaning against the door, and found it amusing to see
Max being pushed to sit at the foot of the bed.
“Uncle Max, if you went out there now, in less than an hour, all of Beaconsfield would be
buzzing about you and me.”
“Afraid?”
Brielle was conflicted, unsure what game this man was playing. He seemed oblivious to
the chaos their exposure would bring, not just the tittering gossip but also the potential
shock to Michael.
Max could stand tall and unaffected, but what about her? The slightest flick of a wrist from
those people could erase her completely.
Her eyelashes fluttered down as her hand, hidden behind her, clenched tight, her nails
digging into her palm. “Not now, at least,” she murmured, avoiding his gaze.
Sophia, oblivious to the undercurrents in the bedroom, was left cooling her heels and
eventually left in a huff.
Descending the stairs, she couldn’t resist dialing Emily’s number. There was no answer.
Sophia was livid. If it weren’t for Emily’s sudden exit, this whole mess would be over.
In a fit of pique, she blocked Emily’s number, vowing never to see that wretch again. As
for explaining to Andrew, she’d simply say Emily wasn’t cooperative. And if Brielle dared
to tattle to him, Sophia would just spill the beans to Tessa, who, with a mere flick, could
make
Brielle’s life a living nightmare.
Content with her plotting, Sophia scoffed and made her way out.
Upstairs, Brielle approached Max and began to pat him down. Finding his phone, she
looked up at him. “Uncle Max, can I borrow your phone
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmfor a call?”
Personal items like phones were off–limits to others, but given Brielle’s soft tone and
fluttering eyes, Max relented.
She took the phone, unceremoniously grabbing his hand to unlock it with his fingerprint,
then dialed Andrew’s number. It was eight o’clock in
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the evening, and Andrew was at the Tequila Sunset, having attended the welcome party.
However, he didn’t particularly enjoy the so–called welcome party, so he just made a brief
appearance and found a corner to sit down. Seeing Max’s call, Andrew raised an eyebrow
in curiosity.
Alivia, who was with him, assumed Max was coming over and smiled. “Is Max heading this
way?” she asked.
Andrew shook his head and answered the call. “Max, what’s up?”
But instead of Max’s voice, a woman’s voice came through the line.
“Mr. Clements.”
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