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.

Brielle had the gall to show up at such a high-profile event. Even Spencer hadn’t

funneling 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 aimed

no one was left defending Brielle.

you been

[Nope, what’s up?]

clan must have attended the auction. I spotted Brielle there and it’s bugging me. I asked Spencer, and he didn’t receive an invite either. It’s all very odd,

up the news. The auction had been live-streamed by international

at the auction?

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

felt a twinge of unease reading Emily’s message. Simon’s live broadcast had been brief, but Max had made an appearance. Considering Brielle’s recent promotion, could it be that

wildfire, burning through her composure. Her chest heaved with a mix of anger and exasperation as

admiring Brielle? As if! Brielle was a bookworm had a pretty face but no clue how to use it, so dull and