Chapter 372

The crowd was buzzing with excitement, but Brielle just glanced around with a light chuckle.

“I’ve just come back from the police station after giving my statement, and I’m more than willing to cooperate with the investigation into this incident. The fact that I’m standing here should be enough to clear me as a suspect. But Simon, despite the police making things. crystal clear, you’re still here stirring the pot, trying to twist the narrative. If I don’t sue you, then who should I sue?”

Her expression was icy, even mocking.

“Just because you lost your daughter, do I have to stand here and take your slander? Is that what you call having a conscience? Or should the CEO of Dorsey International personally come and apologize to you? Just because you’ve suffered a loss, does the whole world have to walk on eggshells around you? Simon, the police have already looked into Sarah’s financial records since college, and you two never sent her a dime for living expenses. She hadn’t been gone three hours before you had her obituary photo ready to go. Even after the police advised you, you still tried to throw mud at me. You and your wife have been spreading rumors and slandering me, and exploiting the sympathy of these people who are here on your behalf.”

“If I kept silent, that would be a real disgrace to Dorsey International.

Her words silenced the onlookers.

Nobody was a fool. They’d all rushed over in the heat of the moment, seeking justice.

But the fact that Brielle had been released so quickly from the police station without being detained as a suspect spoke volumes.

And from her tone, it seemed the police had already advised this couple.

So why were they still clinging to Brielle?

Instantly, all eyes turned to Simon and his wife, Sue. Simon turned pale with fear, his lips quivering.

What could he do?

How could he handle this?

He desperately tried to signal to Sue with his eyes, and she, getting the hint, promptly fainted.

Simon began to cry again, cradling the ‘unconscious‘ Sue.

“Oh God! Wake up, honey. We haven’t gotten justice for our daughter yet. It’s all because we’re not educated and not as slick–talking as them. Help! Murder!”

As the situation escalated, it became clear to everyone that Simon was putting on an act…

Just as the crowd began to murmur, Brielle was the first to dial 911. After hanging up, her tone remained calm.

11:01 “Simon, I’m deeply sorry about what happened to Sarah, but that doesn’t give you the right to hurt me.

I’ve called for an ambulance, and I hope your wife will be alright. After all, you still have to take care of Sarah’s affairs.”

Her voice was detached as she put her phone away and walked towards the building.

The crowd that had been surrounding her parted, giving her a clear path.

Brielle’s demeanor was poised and confident, her tone and bearing commanding respect.

No one else approached her, and they instead gathered around Simon, suggesting he wait for the police investigation results.

Simon gritted his teeth, glaring at Brielle’s retreating figure. “Damn her!”

Meanwhile, in a black car not too far away, Max watched the scene unfold with a detached gaze.

Patrick sat in the driver’s seat. Max was on the verge of intervening when someone had thrown a rock at Ms. Brielle’s car.

The situation would have escalated even further if he had shown his face.

Luckily, Ms. Brielle seemed to notice the car and shook her head, stopping him from getting out and potentially igniting the media.

Patrick glanced in the rearview mirror, only to see Max’s face shrouded in a chill.

As the ambulance arrived to take Simon and Sue away and the onlookers dispersed, Max pursed his lips and quietly said, “To the underground garage.”

Patrick nodded and quickly drove to the designated area.

They took the elevator straight to the top floor.

Max, radiating an icy aura, stepped out of the elevator only to be met by Spencer.

Their eyes clashed in the air.

Spencer felt a surge of anger rush to his head.

Max, however, just gave him a look, asking nothing, not questioning why he was on the top floor instead of his usual department.

His attitude was as if he was seeing a stranger.

The blood boiling within Spencer seemed to freeze over; nothing was more humiliating than being completely disregarded by a rival.