Chapter 371

By the time Brielle was seated in the back of the police cruiser, her mind was a whirlwind of confusion.

Upon arrival at the station, it was revealed to her that Sarah had drowned, and her time of death was at nine, the previous night.

“Miss Brielle,” the officer inquired, tapping away at his keyboard, “where were you last night at nine?”

“At home,” she replied.

“Any witnesses to confirm that?”

“There’s a security camera at my front door. I didn’t leave the house all day.”

The officer continued, businesslike, “Who did the victim associate with regularly?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t really know her,” Brielle admitted.

He gave her a probing look before diligently noting her response.

Brielle furrowed her brow in thought before asking. “Was Sarah’s death a suicide, or was it foul play?”

“We’ll have to wait for the autopsy results for that.”

Brielle’s eyes fell. If Sarah’s death were ruled a suicide, things would become incredibly complicated for her. The video of her pressuring Sarah to sing was still out there, and the public would surely blame her harassment as a direct cause of the tragedy. Moreover, with no surveillance in the bar from that night and Sarah now gone, no one could corroborate the truth.

She had managed to bluff her way out of Dorsey International earlier that day, mainly because Simon was complicit in something shady–Brielle was certain he had been bribed. Plus, the mysterious message “help me” sent to the group chat, seemed like a desperate move by someone behind the scenes to escalate the situation. It was this very act that suggested to the police and the public that Sarah’s death might not have been a mere suicide.

Using this to her advantage, Brielle had confronted Simon, and he had faltered.

But who was pulling the strings from the shadows?

The thought alone was chilling, and a name surfaced in her mind unbidden–William.

William had always lurked in the background and was among the first in the Dorsey clan to learn of her relationship with Max. Yet, he had remained inactive. His silence was unnerving.

Brielle’s palms were clammy with anxiety–it was just a suspicion.

She had already ruled out Spencer and Ryan. Ryan was too impulsive, as evidenced by his previous threat to poison Max, and his son Spencer was too rash to be behind such a plot.

11-01 Victoria, the Dorsey heiress, had her head in the clouds, far from any power struggle.

Only William remained–a Dorsey family member with deep roots in the company. If he had been monitoring Brielle’s movements, he would’ve been well aware of her recent discord with Sarah.

Leaving the police station, Brielle drove back to the company, only to find a crowd gathered outside Dorsey Tower. In the midst of it all was Simon, sitting on the ground, wailing with Sue in a contest of tears.

Simon’s eyes locked onto Brielle’s car, and he stood up, pointing an accusing finger. “Murderer!”

The crowd’s gaze snapped to her, and Brielle’s frown deepened. How did Simon know her car on sight?

It was too late to reverse; the mob was closing in, hurling insults and accusations at her vehicle.

“Get out! You owe this family an explanation!”

“Don’t think your money can shield you from justice! How hard it is for an honest farming family to raise a college student?!”

Those who had come for Dorsey International hadn’t seen the recent livestream. They all thought Brielle was to blame. Someone even picked up a stone, intending to smash her car window.

“Coward! Witch! Come out!”

Crash!”

The stone shattered the car window in an instant.

Brielle stepped out, her gaze settling on the middle–aged man who had thrown the stone. He shrank back under her stare but then stood his ground, defiant.

“What are you looking at? You killer!”

She couldn’t help but smirk at the absurdity. Her eyes drifted to Simon and Sue, who were hiding behind the crowd with smug satisfaction on their faces as if they had won a great victory.

But Brielle stood tall, her posture unyielding. Without hesitation, she dialed the police, “Hello, this is Brielle, the one who just left the station. I’m outside Dorsey Tower, facing a malicious attack. I also intend to press slander charges against Mr. Simon and others. Their defamation against me is actionable. I need police assistance.”

When reason met brute force, words often failed.

So, it was time for Brielle to take a stand.

Simon, hearing her call, panicked.

11:01 “What the hell? Suing me? On what grounds? It was you who killed my daughter, you monster!

Everyone, see for yourself. This is the real face of the Director of Dorsey International. My daughter has barely passed, and she’s already threatened us with legal action. She’s heartless!”

The crowd’s eyes were like daggers, stripping Brielle of her defenses, but she remained steadfast, ready to confront the storm.