Chapter 247

Patrick couldn’t contain himself as he interjected from the sidelines.

“Don’t you worry, Ms. Brielle. Mr. Dorsey has always been cautious. Over the years, plenty have tried to take a crack at him, but none have succeeded. Even his car is like something out of a presidential motorcade, bulletproof and all. Plus, at the Premier Palace, there’s a whole contingent of bodyguards – most of them are ex–military. And let’s not forget, Mr. Dorsey himself, he’s also…

He was cut off by a glance from Max. Patrick realized he’d spoken out of turn and promptly shut his mouth, signaling the chef to whip up something in the kitchen.

Max, fiddling with the cufflinks at his wrist, said, “I’m heading to the office. You stay home and rest.” His tone was that of a husband giving a gentle order to his wife before leaving the house. Brielle, worn out from the previous night’s ordeal, had little energy to spare. With Max’s command issued, she settled back onto the couch.

Patrick hastily briefed the chef before following Max out, resuming his role as chauffeur.

Once they had left, Brielle slowly opened her eyes. She knew that sitting idly by wasn’t going to cut it if she wanted to stand up to Ryan. And she didn’t want to rely on Max for everything – it was time she tried figuring out a plan on her own.

Spencer was akin to inviting bad luck, she reasoned that the Dorsey family had used her

After a moment’s hesitation, she dialed

to come over to see Lillian, but the thought of Lillian entangled with someone like Connor made it impossible for Spencer to look at her now. The once cute and obedient face now seemed utterly disagreeable to

was harder for Spencer to swallow was the fact that he

by surprise. On the other side, Lillian’s face was streaked with tears, her hands tentatively clutching at his sleeve, her eyes filled with a pitiable plea. “Spencer, that night, it was all Brielle’s doing.

brimmed with venom. With no progress from Max, she

helplessness, Spencer took a few steps back, his gaze avoiding hers,

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a glass of water.”

but she maintained

answered the call, his voice unconsciously softening. “Brielle, what’s up? You want to meet, just us?” His tone was

time? Send me the address, and I’ll come to

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