Chapter 370

“Can you believe Spencer has a two–faced act going on?”

“I was skeptical when Brielle mentioned it, but seeing is believing. The second Brielle’s out of the picture, he turns Into Mr. Ice. Looks like he’s got it out for her.”

“A guy acting like that? That’s just low class.”

“Team Brielle all the way. At least she’s upfront and genuine. Let’s wait for the police to sort this out.

Spencer was unaware of the live stream capturing his every move. He might have restrained himself had he known.

After instructing security to escort certain individuals out, Spencer cast a chilling glance at the onlookers.

“What’s everyone staring at? Don’t you have jobs to do?”

They all knew him; he was from the Dorsey family, after all. No one dared to talk back.

The person secretly streaming quickly shut it off, but not before Spencer’s sudden switch in demeanor was broadcasted clear as day, cementing his reputation as a total jerk.

Meanwhile, Simon and his group were ushered downstairs.

Seeing that Brielle hadn’t faced any repercussions yet, Simon grew impatient.

“We’ll just wait here in the lobby. There’s no way that bitch is getting off scot–free!”

The itch of frustration crawled up his scalp as he eyed the Dorsey International lobby, grand as a palace. His fists clenched with greed.

or If they could get Dorsey International to pay off this mess, he wouldn’t have to worry for the rest of his life.

Simon didn’t spare a thought for his daughter’s welfare. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a financial drain, a bad investment that had yet to net a wealthy husband.

The only silver lining was the ten million they landed. Otherwise, raising her would’ve been a complete waste.

Simon felt a cloud of bad luck looming as they settled into the sofas, determined to corner Brielle again.

No sooner had Simon’s rear hit the cushion than his phone buzzed with an anonymous text.

[Keep it up.]

Three short words, but he knew exactly who sent them. His body shook, and without hesitation, he stood up and began shouting throughout the Dorsey International lobby.

“Poor Sarah, you died so tragically. That heartless Brielle just left us high and dry. What kind of world is this?”

Simon’s wife, Sue, knew the drill. Sensing that their benefactor wasn’t satisfied, she joined in the commotion.

Her tears were real; soon enough, a crowd gathered downstairs at Dorsey International.

Journalists smelling a story swooped in for interviews.

Sue was sharper than Simon. She had heeded advice on how to sway public opinion.

She used words like, small–town girl, prestigious university, and the crush of capital.

Each keyword added weight to the public sentiment.

Even as some speculated about the couple’s motives, the death of their daughter and their genuine grief couldn’t be ignored.

Public opinion once again swayed, and concerned citizens soon converged at Dorsey International’s doors, demanding that Brielle be handed over.

Standing in the lobby, Spencer smirked as he heard the angry chants against Brielle.

She deserved it!

Women like Brielle ought to be put in their place!

He stepped into the private elevator with a sneer, only to bump into William.

William, ever the picture of benevolence, patted Spencer on the shoulder.

“Spencer, I hear Brielle’s been taken in by the cops?”

Spencer nodded but was caught off guard by William’s next question, “Has your Uncle Max said anything?”

The question sent a chill through Spencer’s spine.

What was his uncle implying? Did he know about Brielle and Max all along? m Humiliation bit at Spencer, his teeth nearly grinding to dust.

Seeing how his casual question ignited Spencer’s rage, William smiled slyly.

“Spencer, when you talked about marrying Brielle, I wanted to advise you. She’s not worth it. Better move on sooner rather than later.”

Tasting bitterness, Spencer realized his great–uncle knew of Brielle’s affair with Max and was subtly warning him.

How foolish he had been to announce his intention to marry Brielle in front of the Dorsey family. like a clown performing for an uncaring audience.

“That woman is definitely not worth it. Rest assured, I’m over her.”

11:01 Spencer had to make Brielle pay for her betrayal.

William raised an eyebrow, his smile faint yet knowing. Another player like Spencer in the game. would only thicken the plot.

“Max, what will be your next move?”