Chapter 572

“Hey, what’s your deal, huh? Why does Keagan seem scared of you? Have you been coz 10 to the bigwigs at Dorsey International or something?”

Having been fired, she had nothing left to lose. So what if Brieffe was the president? it was not like they could call the cops just because she hurled a few insults, Brielle frowned. The elevator had just arrived, and she really wasn’t in the mood for this nonsense. She stepped towards the elevator, intending to leave the confrontation behind.

The woman was having none of it. Clutching her purse, she swung it at Brielle with no small amount of venom. “You little tramp! Ignoring me, huh? Don’t think I’m scared just because you’ve charmed your way to the top. I no longer work under Dorsey International, so you can’t touch me!

Her purse was made of alligator leather, sharp at the edges. Brielle, in her hurry, could only raise her hand in defense. The sharp edge sliced a five–centimeter gash across Brielle’s wrist. and blood flowed freely. The woman herself hadn’t expected this turn of events and paled at the sight.

Brielle was shocked that the purse nearly severed an artery. Her forehead throbbed with tension as bystanders began to take notice. Someone swiftly called for an ambulance. With this wound, Brielle was definitely hospital–bound.

With a steely gaze, Brielle looked at the panicked woman, her eyes sharp as knives.

Feeling the sting of Brielle’s stare, the woman threw a wad of bills at her. “What are you looking at?

Here’s enough cash for your hospital trip. And just so you know, you’re not the only one with connections at Dorsey International. You’ve heard of Mr. Dorsey, right? My friend is pretty tight with him and is his girlfriend. One word from me, and you’re out on your ear.”

Brielle couldn’t be bothered with this brainless banter and instructed someone to call the police.

Ricardo had already rushed over with a first–aid kit. The blood was too much; any deeper and it would have hit an artery. To the uninformed, it looked like a botched attempt at self–harm. “Ms. Haywood, let’s get you to the hospital.”

This whole fiasco had Brielle seething. She’d finally managed to schedule a dinner with Max. only to have it interrupted by some random woman.

She glanced at Keagan in the crowd, her voice dark. “When the cops get here, show them the surveillance footage. Assault and slander should be enough to lock her up for a while.”

The woman’s face went ashen, her lips quivering. “Brielle, do you have to do this? I’m so young, and jail would ruin my life. Are you trying to push me over the edge? I swear I’ll jump off the Stellar Stage Entertainment building right now! I’ll have every media outlet blaming you. Let them see what a second–rate person you really are!” The woman was driven to desperation, wishing she could strangle Brielle.

10:52 Brielle let out a cold laugh as Ricardo finished bandaging her wrist. “Go ahead and jump. Just don’t land on anyone.”

Brielle turned to Keagan. “Director Keagan, I’ll leave this to you,”

The woman burst into tears, grabbing at Keagan’s sleeve. “Director Keagan, I don’t want to go to jail.

Please help me.”

Keagan shook off her hand, his gaze lingering on Brielle and Ricardo as they entered the elevator.

With her wrist bleeding, Brielle wouldn’t be able to dine with Max. She tried to call him but noticed blood on her phone and felt a wave of nausea.

Sensing her discomfort, Ricardo quickly wiped the phone clean with a tissue. “Ms. Haywood, here’s your phone. You need to get to the hospital right away; it can’t wait.”

Brielle took the phone, looking pale. “I know, you don’t have to come with me.”

“Ms. Haywood, I was going to visit my sister at the hospital anyway.” His eyes flickered with sadness, lashes casting a shadow over his youthful face.

He was going to see his sister, and what could Brielle say to that?

She tried calling Max, but the ambulance arrived before she could speak to him. The paramedic saw her wrist and ushered her into the vehicle. “How deep is the cut? You need to be more careful. 1 heard it was done with a purse. Don’t move your hand too much. Let’s get you to the hospital to see if you need stitches.”

Brielle handed her phone to the paramedic. “Please call my boyfriend. He’s waiting for me to have dinner with him. But don’t tell him I’m hurt. Just say I got pulled into a last–minute meeting.”

She didn’t want to worry Max.

The paramedic chuckled, “Okay, this number, right? I’ll call him right away.”

Brielle couldn’t help but add, “Just say you’re my assistant, and I had to attend an emergency meeting.”

The paramedic nodded, and the phone had already dialed through.