Chapter 260

Brielle lounged on the sofa, her mind in a daze. She couldn’t sit idly by any longer, so she turned to the busy–bodied Wesley and asked, “Hey Wesley, can I borrow your phone for a sec?”

Wesley paused, Mr. Dorsey had made it clear: if Ms. Brielle ever asked to borrow a phone, he had to be informed. Still, he handed over his phone with a smile, nodding, “Sure thing, Ms. Brielle.”

Relieved, Brielle grabbed the phone and strolled into the garden, ensuring no one was around before dialing Aubree’s number. Aubree picked up swiftly, and Brielle spilled the beans on what she’d done.

On the other end, Aubree took a deep breath, her voice a whisper of disbelief. “You’ve really lost it, kidnapping Spencer? And hiding out in a Dorsey International hotel? If any of the Dorsey clan. finds out, you…”

But before Aubree could finish, Brielle cut her off, “Aubree, think of something. Move him, even if it means sneaking him out in a trash bin. Don’t raise any red flags. Ryan’s searching high and. low, and I can’t have him finding Spencer.”

Aubree had never imagined Brielle capable of such a wild scheme. After hanging up, she rushed to the hotel, only to be turned away from Brielle’s room. It belonged to Max, and even Brielle had forgotten that crucial detail.

She’d chosen Max’s private suite because it was the safest bet, and no one would dare enter without cause. Now, that very safety became her trap.

With the room key destroyed along with the phone, getting a new one meant a personal trip to the front desk. But there she was, at Premier Palace, under Max’s watchful eye. A hasty departure would only deepen his suspicions.

Brielle’s head pounded with the stress of it all. After mulling it over, she decided to risk the trip to the hotel. She relayed the plan to Wesley, who frowned, “Do you have to go back right now. Ms. Brielle?”

She nodded, “Keep this under wraps from Mr. Dorsey. I’ll try to be back by morning.”

Max hadn’t shown his face at Premier Palace for days, their strained relationship keeping him at bay.

Wesley sighed, reluctantly giving his consent.

Back at Pearl Estate, Brielle bought herself a new phone and immediately reached out to Aubree.

Aubree arrived in no time, fretting all the way, “Ryan’s making a scene. Everyone knows Spencer’s gone. Getting him out of that hotel, just us two? It’s unrealistic. I suggest we bring in a third party.”

“Who?”

14:32 “Tiffanie.”

Tiffanie knew everyone, inside the circle and out. With her help, the move might just work. Desperate, Brielle called Tiffanie without delay.

An hour later. Tiffanie’s car waited downstairs. Brielle and Aubree hopped in to find Mason sulking in the passenger seat. He barely nodded at Brielle before crossing his arms and shutting down.

Brielle swallowed hard, uncertain if Tiffanie had seen the message she’d sent. If she had, even with Tiffanie’s carefree nerve, she wouldn’t be caught dead with Mason again. But Tiffanie smiled and hummed along to a tune, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.

“Don’t sweat it, Brielle. I’ve got this.” Tiffanie assured her. “Already called a buddy of mine. You get that key card, and tonight, we’ll move him.”

Brielle exhaled with relief, “Tiffanie, let’s keep this among us for now.”

Tiffanie winked. “My lips are sealed.

Trusting Tiffanie’s reliability in such matters, Brielle didn’t push further.

When the car pulled up to the hotel, Brielle, leaning on her crutch, made her way inside, but as she approached the front desk, she ran into someone unexpected–Lillian.

Lillian had been waiting on that driver’s news forever and was getting antsy, especially after hearing about Spencer’s disappearance. Spencer was supposed to be with Brielle, right? Why was everyone saying he was missing?

Curiosity piqued, she’d returned to the hotel only to bump into Brielle herself.

Lillian staggered back, spooked as if she’d seen a ghost. “How are you still…”

Brielle raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on her lips as she glanced at her leg. “You mean, how am I still alive?”

Lillian checked their surroundings, making sure no one was eavesdropping before tearing into Brielle.

“Yeah, how are you still breathing, you wretch? You should’ve been dead long ago. I heard Spencer’s missing. Wasn’t he with you last night? I saw you both enter the same room. Don’t tell me you’ve locked him away?”