Chapter 487

The moment Brielle declared Max as her boyfriend in front of the gathered crowd, it felt like a knife twisted in Spencer’s heart, draining all color from his face.

She had to be out of her mind, stirring up such drama. Didn’t she realize the consequences of her words? Spencer doubted she could even leave this room tonight.

Yet, after her bold claim, Brielle strode up to Max, her gaze unwavering as she approached him. She lifted her wrist, revealing a rosary bracelet that gleamed against her skin for all to see. Even Michael’s eyelids twitched at the sight.

But Brielle didn’t look at anyone else as she extended her wrist towards Max. “You put this on me yourself. If you’re truly set on getting engaged to her, then you take it off,” she said.

If he did just that, she wouldn’t say another word. She’d walk out of here, spine straight, step by step, as if she’d never come tonight.

Why should she feel ashamed? She had less to lose than anyone here – less heritage, fewer connections. If she didn’t even have the courage to speak up now, she’d already lost in every possible way.

Alivia’s eyes flashed coldly at the sight of the rosary. She had suspected that Max had given it to Brielle, but seeing it now still jarred her to the bone. Her heart sneered, but her face feigned surprise.

“My rosary went missing recently. It seems Ms. Brielle found it. But why ask Max about it now?”

Her feigned confusion convinced everyone. Alivia had lost her rosary, and Max wouldn’t give his rosary to just any woman. Brielle must have found it by chance, and now she was here, making a scene over a delusion.

The eyes in the room shifted, a mosaic of changing expressions.

Among the Rowland family, some reveled in the drama while others enjoyed the spectacle. But on the Dorsey side, the faces were far more complex. Michael coughed lightly. “Well, if it’s lost and found, it should be returned to its rightful owner. Alivia, be more careful next time. We wouldn’t want someone to take advantage of the situation.”

He then turned to Max. “Max, you can discuss Ms. Brielle’s dismissal later. For tonight, let’s not mix business with pleasure. Patrick, would you escort Ms. Brielle out?”

Alivia sneered. What could hurt more than your beloved cutting you deep? She wanted Brielle not just out of the picture but utterly humiliated.

Alivia looked tenderly at her own bare wrist. “Max, maybe you should take it off, just to be sure.”

Max’s breath hitched slightly at her words, his fingertips inching towards Brielle’s wrist.

Brielle’s heart skipped, and she couldn’t help but press her other hand over his cool, seemingly emotionless fingers.

13:21 Was he really going to remove the rosary? To take it off himself and hand it to another –

woman would that be the perfect ending?

Brielle’s eyes lowered, the rims reddening despite her calm demeanor. “Are you sure you want to take it?” Her voice was steady though, betraying no signs of weakness.

Behind Brielle, Alivia’s soft laughter filled the air. She didn’t need to say a word; she had already won decisively. She had always been right to dismiss Brielle. The woman had foolishly shown up unprepared, her dignity at the mercy of others. It was no wonder she was looked down upon.

Alivia thought people like Brielle deserved such ends. Her eyes twinkled with mirth. Her heart felt as light as a balloon, especially as Max’s hand moved toward Brielle’s wrist, her sense of triumph almost tangible.

Finally, the end was near.

She had been back in the country for less than two weeks, and without any effort on her part, Brielle was already on her way out. What could an orphan, abandoned by her parents since childhood, possibly stir up now?

“Max, take it off,” Alivia said softly, her voice laced with a smile.

Spencer, watching from the sidelines, felt a surge of satisfaction. Brielle rejected him, and here she was, groveling before another man. She had no backbone. She deserved this!