Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 368

Online opinions were a mixed bag, with some rallying behind Brielle, but the majority were against her.

“What a pretender! The true colors of these capitalists are just hideous.”

“Is a human life so worthless in her eyes?”

“She’s just so smug. So what if she was the valedictorian? People change.”

The live stream continued unabated. Brielle stood beside the police, responding to questions with a mix of humility and pride. Especially noteworthy was Brielle’s composure amidst the cacophony of sobs. Coupled with her striking presence, the number of viewers on the live stream skyrocketed.

Unaware of the live broadcast, Brielle finished recounting the afternoon’s events and followed behind the officers.

Simon wasn’t about to let her off the hook that easily. He grabbed a chair, intending to hurl it at her. “Give me back my daughter! You’re not going anywhere!”

The police sprang into action, blocking Simon with stern resolve. “Mr. Simon, the autopsy report for Miss Sarah hasn’t been released yet. Ms. Brielle is a suspect, but we need the investigation to conclude before any judgments are made.”

his words. “You’re clearly in cahoots with her. She must’ve bribed you, or maybe Dorsey International did! Get out of my

glimmer of greed in the depths of Simon’s eyes and suspecting he was being manipulated. She ran through the possibilities in her mind but couldn’t pinpoint the puppet master.

until Spencer

to Brielle, perplexed. “What’s

sneered inwardly, seeing this as Brielle’s comeuppance, his gaze settling on her. “I never

brought an eerie silence to the room, and even the live stream viewership spiked as they

his eyes. He pushed through the crowd and fell to his knees before him. “Mr. Spencer, you must seek justice for my daughter. How can someone like Brielle remain at the company? She must be locked up and face the law. Surely. Dorsey International

up, his eyes brimming with resentment as he let out a cold laugh. “Indeed, a

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Spencer joining the fray, those condemning Brielle grew in numbers. Whispers spread among the onlookers. Spencer’s pursuit of Brielle was well–known, but now, in such a short span, he seemed to have

to suggest she’d never esteemed him,

and discarded by this vile woman! Internally, he cursed her a thousand times over, his eyes bloodshot. “Brielle,

with no one to turn to but him. If she asked for help, he wasn’t entirely unwilling. He might forgive her indiscretions if she would stay by his side and be a plaything

in a