Chapter 139

Brielle wasn’t worried for herself; it was Aubree that concerned her.

“And let me tell you,” she said with a sigh. “And I have to tell you, these two are very good friends.

Tessa Is Andrew’s girl, and Allvia almost became Max’s flancée. They can pretty much do whatever they want in Beaconsfield.”

That was true.

A tightness formed In Brielle’s chest, but Tiffanie’s next words soured her mood even more.

“Maxie’s doting on you now ‘cause he hasn’t a clue about marriage yet. Once granddad picks out a fiancée for him, you’ll be history. And my granddad’s favorite? Alivia.”

Brielle shut her eyes, recalling Max’s words about considering an engagement to Alivia.

“Beep beep beep.”

Tiffanie honked the horn a few times, and her phone rang. When she saw the number, her expression changed Instantly. “Can’t do drinks tonight. Spencer’s onto me about those videos and pics. Went complaining to the Dorsey family, no doubt. Gotta go and eat humble pie. Let’s raincheck this one, yeah? It’s on me next time.”

“You’re not gonna get a whipping, are you?”

Brielle frowned, annoyed with herself. She should have sent the videos. It hadn’t crossed her mind what the consequences might be.

“With Maxie around? No one’s laying a finger on me. But grounding’s a given. Been there, done that as a kid. Don’t you worry about me, Brielle. Better think about how to handle Sophia, that witch had some nasty words tonight.”

Brielle chuckled as she stepped out of the car, “She’s probably Tessa’s sidekick. And Tessa’s got Andrew in her corner. Without his help, they’re powerless.”

Tiffanie hit the gas, leaving behind only a parting shot. “Thing is, Andrew won’t leave Tessa hanging.

She’s his world, everyone knows it.”

Was Tessa truly Andrew’s world? Brielle hadn’t heard what really went on between them, only that they were long betrothed. And from Aubree, she knew Andrew had once been rejected by Tessa.

In their dynamic, Andrew was the one at a disadvantage, always bending over backward to please Tessa. Letting go of Tessa? Hardly likely.

Brielle saw Aubree as a friend and naturally prioritized her concerns. She’s oblivious to the storm brewing for her.

Lost in thought, she walked toward her apartment, only to see another car pull up, clearly having waited for some time. Two burly bodyguards emerged, and Brielle instinctively stepped 17:00 back. She recognized the two bodyguards showing around Faith. These were Falth’s people?

Considering tonight’s debacle and Falth’s protectiveness over her son, she must be livid.

Clad in black suits, the guards had a menacing air about them. Without a word, they lunged for Brielle.

She stepped back, ready to counter, but a syringe plunged Into her arm. She hadn’t expected a dirty play. Her strength sapped away, her vision blurred.

“Ms. Brielle, Ms. Faith made it clear, you’re due for a lesson.” Mentioning Falth, their eyes gleamed with malice – they had their orders.

Brielle stumped to the ground, propping herself up with trembling hands. Through the haze, Faith emerged from the black vehicle, striding over with purpose.

Without hesitation, Faith slapped her twice, as if wishing to devour her whole. “Brielle, did your shoot that video on purpose? Do you have any Idea what they’re saying about Spencer now?”

Brielle’s cheeks swelled, her head buzzing with a thousand bees.

Faith, chest heaving, grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up. “To be betrothed to my son is a fortune you don’t deserve. Not only did you snatch his executive position, now you’re dragging his name through the mud. How vile! One is your fiancé; the other, a sister–like friend. With one move, you’ve ruined them both.”

The thought of Spencer’s embarrassment from the release of the videos made Faith’s grip tighten. “You bitch! Should’ve had Spencer call off your engagement long ago!”