Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 687

As Amelia’s fans swarmed around Brielle, lurking journalists were also in hot pursuit. Brielle’s license plate had been leaked online long ago, and in this age of information, there were few secrets left. The route to Dorsey International had been a gauntlet of seemingly endless traffic, with countless eyes peering from behind steering wheels, tracking her every move. Now that Brielle was alone, the more zealous followers saw their chance to confront her. They were practically frothing at the mouth with the opportunity to tear

her to pieces.

Brielle wondered what Amelia had posted online to set off such extreme behavior among her supporters. She was unable to get to her car, no she had no choice but to retront back into the lobby of Dorsey International. Security at Dorsey International was tight, and they weren’t about to let this mob inside.

As she sat in the lobby, a receptionist quickly brought over a cup of coffee. Brielle murmured thanks as she watched the fans outside lose their minds, arguing with the security guards.

She rubbed her temples and finally took a moment to check out Amelia’s latest post. The post was almost laughable.

Amelia had played her cards right, releasing her own depression diagnosis and several photos of alleged domestic abuse.

John hadn’t abused her, so those photos must have been staged with makeup – a smear campaign, plain and simple. Brielle hadn’t pegged Amelia for having such cunning.

Amelia was now woman scorned and depressed, standing strong after divorce who wouldn’t sympathize with that?

a fiddle. In this era, public opinion was a powerful current, sweeping people along in its tide, ready to strike at whomever it was directed

name Brielle, but the insinuation was clear at

advise all single women out there not to get too close to men and not pity them. Instead, let’s

The final sentence was a jab at Brielle, suggesting she was causing trouble over jealousy

palpable they wanted nothing more than

throttle

watch as the fans attacked it like lunatics. She reported the incident with practiced ease, confident that the surveillance cameras would reveal the

the receptionist, slipped out through a side exit, and hailed a cab. But as the taxi wove through the streets, she

driver glanced in the rearview mirror and asked, “Miss, where

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bitter taste forming at the thought the had a meeting with Mason that evening to discuss Book, and heading to Premier Palace would just

eyes, she made