Chapter 345

Spencer knew Brielle wouldn’t respond, just as she hadn’t when he’d sent a similar message earlier that morning on his way to the temporary housing unit. Every time he stepped into one of those units, he felt as if he was on the brink of uncovering the truth.

His blood boiled with both excitement and resentment.

If it was true.

If it was true, he’d make damn sure to pay back in spades!

Only a handful of families had been relocated to this particular floor from the building that had burned.

Standing in front of one of the doors, Spencer pulled out the photograph he’d come prepared with..

“Excuse me, had you seen this man around the apartment complex before the fire?” he asked, showing the woman a sneakily snapped picture of Max.

The angle wasn’t great, but Max’s face was still flawlessly handsome.

The woman, in her thirties, shook her head. “No, haven’t seen him.

Spencer got a bit frantic, his voice rising unintentionally. “Could you please think again?”

The woman chuckled, “Honey, I really haven’t. If I’d seen a face like that, trust me, I wouldn’t forget it.

When you pulled out that photo, I thought he was a movie star or something. Nope, movie stars don’t even come close to this guy.”

Spencer’s face darkened, feeling a pang of humiliation. If Brielle’s beauty could spark envy among women, Max’s looks were enough to make any man insecure. And what pissed Spencer off the most was that looks were the least impressive of Max’s many attributes.

Spencer’s clenched hand trembled with rage, as he snatched back the photo and knocked on another door, but after nearly canvassing the entire floor, no one had seen Max’s face. He’d been to countless places over the past few days, and this was the last stop.

The torched apartment complex had housed a diverse group of residents and was old and rundown, with hardly any places to hide. If Max had visited, his presence would have certainly drawn attention.

But no one had seen him!

Was his gut feeling wrong?

This realization brought a sense of relief to Spencer, but with it, his eyes reddened.

Thank goodness Brielle had the sense not to get involved with Max. The mere thought made him feel queasy.

His fiancée rolling in the hay with his uncle – how could that not be sickening?

15:14 Spencer exhaled deeply.

Having checked the last few places, it seemed pointless to continue the investigation. He chuckled at his own paranoia. How could he have suspected Max of getting involved with Brielle? Sure, Brielle had some talents, but after all Max had been through, why would he settle for her?

Max did admire Brielle, but that was because she truly had the chops, right?

Spencer breathed a sigh of relief and shot Brielle another message. [Lucky, you played it smart.]

Brielle was lounging on the couch when she received the text.

Patrick’s words had resonated with her; she hadn’t visited Kenzo but had sent some fruit and flowers through Tiffanie, choosing to rest at home instead.

Seeing Spencer’s message, she scoffed with irony. It seemed he hadn’t found a shred of evidence.

She didn’t reply. Instead, she picked up her laptop to work on some documents. She should be able to return to Dorsey International tomorrow.

Scrolling down, she noticed an email from the HR department. It was about Spencer’s employment approval.

Brielle thought she had misread. Did Spencer’s employment really need approval? She dialed the HR director.

The HR director sat upright in his Dorsey Tower office the moment he saw Brielle’s incoming call, mustering all his attention. “Ms. Brielle, hello.”

Brielle hadn’t worked directly with the director but was familiar with the office gossip that he was a bit difficult. Yet, he seemed almost overly gentle with her.

A man with foresight, the HR director knew that even though the CEO had seemingly dumped Brielle, he also remembered how the CEO had removed Brielle’s crutch for her during the elevator incident.

Men could be fickle, decide to break up in anger, and perhaps later decide they still have a taste for the past.

So, Alivia would be the future Mrs. CEO, and she couldn’t be offended. Brielle was the one who could bring the CEO down from his pedestal. She was also not to be trifled with.

“Ms. Haywood, are you referring to Spencer’s employment application? As per the rules, you also have the right to vote.”

Brielle found it amusing. It hadn’t been long since Spencer had wanted her out, and now, his employment was subject to her vote. What skills did Spencer have?

She pondered without bias but couldn’t think of any noteworthy talent except, perhaps, his arrogance.

“So, I can cast a dissenting vote?”

“Absolutely.”