Chapter 210

“Thud!”

Lillian hit the ground with such force that she felt as if her insides were about to bounce out of her body.

To make matters worse, several people between the second and third floors were asking aloud what that noise was.

Panicked, she limped quickly into a nearby bush, shivering as she dialed Cameron on her phone.

Cameron arrived with his bodyguard in tow and found her wrapped in a robe sitting at the base of the building. His heart skipped a beat. “Lillian, are you okay?”

Her eyes brimmed with tears, and her palms were stained with blood. “That bitch Brielle has seduced Max a long time ago. Max would rather have her than me,” she whimpered.

While Cameron felt a pang of sympathy, his heart also raced with concern. “Did Max get angry?”

Lillian pursed her lips, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Cameron’s hand. “Was Mr. Connor at the party too?”

She thought she might have seen him tonight, but she wasn’t sure if it really was Mr. Connor. Cameron nodded, feeling a bit uneasy at this moment. If Max were to investigate this matter. could the Haywood family’s business stay afloat?

“Give Mr. Connor a hint. Just say that Brielle is coming to see him and let him prepare. Isn’t Mr. Connor about to marry Brielle soon? Let them settle things sooner rather than later.”

Cameron hesitated, but Lillian gripped his hand tightly. “If Brielle really gets a hold of Max, our Haywood family will be done for. With Max as her support, she won’t spare us. It’s better to ruin her first. Even if Ma still desires her afterward, he won’t want a woman who’s been played by Connor.”

After mulling it over, Cameron finally let out a heavy sigh. “Lillian, don’t be reckless. I’ve told you before, Max isn’t just any guy.

But Lillian couldn’t think of anything else, her mind consumed with thoughts of revenge against Brielle.

The greatest humiliation of her life had all come from Brielle.

Connor had always been a playboy. In a gathering full of young girls like tonight, how could he possibly resist the temptation? Besides, he’d had his eye on Brielle for a while, or else why would he agree to a deal with Robert?

When Connor got the message, he felt a surge of heat throughout his body, staring disbelievingly at this bodyguard from the Haywood family. “Are you serious? Brielle has come around?”

The bodyguard nodded. “Yes, Ms. Brielle asked me to inform you. She’s waiting for you in a 14:18 private room on the third floor. Here’s the room number.”

Connor, feeling like a kid in a candy store, took the room number, his chest ablaze with anticipation.

He downed his drink in one gulp. If his future bride wanted his affection sooner, who was he to deny her? It seemed Brielle was quite bold, seeking him out even in such a setting.

Connor strode out, smug with satisfaction, and made his way to the third floor of the adjacent building.

Meanwhile, Brielle had also arrived.

The Hatfield family’s soiree required an invitation, and she hadn’t received one, so the doorment stopped her, albeit politely. “Sorry, no invitation, no entry.”

Brielle, desperate and sweating nervously, pleaded, “But I have an urgent matter.”

The Hatfield family’s security was notoriously tight, and sensing something special about Brielle, who looked radiant even without makeup, they quickly consulted with Sammuel.

Sammuel had already returned to his main house. Hearing that someone was trying to barge in. he asked warily. “What’s the name?”

The bodyguard turned to Brielle. “Miss, may I have your name?”

*Brielle. My name is Brielle.”

Upon hearing the name, Sammuel couldn’t help but recall the incident involving Emily Hatfield’s.

departure overseas. Max had given him a piece of his mind back then, and wasn’t that woman named Brielle?

And just moments ago, he had received a call that Max had cleared the top floor’s security. Wasn’t that setting the stage for someone? Could that someone be Brielle?

Sammuel was sharp, and he felt as though he was piecing together a puzzle. “Let her in,” he instructed, “and leave the rest be.”