Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 65

He quickly tucked his phone behind his back, feeling a cold sweat trickle down his spine. “Well, I won’t bother you any longer. With those words, Simon hastily made his exit, sliding into an inconspicuous spot before lifting his phone before his face again.

The chat was still a hot mess, with an overwhelming number of people bashing Brielle. It was as if a mob had suddenly stormed in with a vendetta-and for no apparent reason, since Brielle wasn’t even a celebrity.

On the other side of the screen, Lillian was glued to the live broadcast on her phone, her fingers deftly dialing another number. She couldn’t afford to let Brielle’s reputation flip Over the years, Lillian had nurtured a relationship with a professional online brigade Whether it was the forums at Beaconsfield College, Dorsey International, or elsewhere, she had her minions entrenched, constantly churning out negative press about Brielle

The strategy had proven effective.

There’s truth in the old saying: “A lie told often enough becomes the truth.” When all the chatter about someone was negative, people started to take it as gospel.

with envy, Lillian stared at her phone screen, puzzled as to how Brielle had the gall to show up at such a high-profile event.

money to her online army, urging them to amplify the slander against Brielle. As expected, the negative comments multiplied, quickly drowning out any positive ones. Soon enough, the comment section turned into a digital witch-hunt

saw no one was left defending Brielle. then shot a message

you

[Nope, what’s up?]

Brielle there and it’s bugging me. I asked Spencer, and he didn’t receive an invite either. It’s all very odd, so I thought

pulled up the news. The auction had been live-streamed by international media, but by now, it

the

Emily’s face twisted in disgust. There were plenty of North American playboys who knew how to party, and

but Max had made an appearance. Considering

was like a wildfire, burning through her composure. Her chest heaved with a mix of anger

if! Brielle was a bookworm had a pretty face but no clue how to use it, so dull and stiff. Even