Chapter 684

Patrick’s lips tightened, suppressing the laughter in his eyes. “Sure thing, I'll let Ms. Brielle know right away,”

Max returned to his seat, his long, lush eyelashes casting a shadow over his dark eyes, betraying a hint of barely visible hurt.

Brielle was waiting for Aubree to wrap up for the day. She noticed that Aubree had paused while the makeup artist touched up her makeup, so she placed her handbag on the table and stepped forward to help:

Aubree’s eyes were indeed swollen. Brielle sighed as she looked at Aubree’s reflection in the mirror. “Cried a bit, huh?”

Today's scene happened to be a tearjerker, so the swollen eyes didn’t hinder the schedule.

Aubree couldn’t muster a word. Her throat was too sore, and she pitifully pointed to it. Brielle stepped out to fetch a cup of water for her. With the makeup artist present, Brielle refrained from offering advice, simply stating, “How long do you plan to cry over him? You gonna keep this up forever?”

Just the mention of his name and the sight of his face was enough to bring on the tears. What was the point of a love that could only lead to breakdowns?

To Aubree, Andrew represented disappointment, embarrassment, and a void of darkness. Once upon a time, she would’ve broken all her pride for Andrew’s love. But what about now?

It didn’t take long for the touch-up, and sensing they needed privacy, the makeup artist tactfully stepped out. The door had barely clicked shut when Brielle let out a sigh. “I’m worried you'll do something foolish.” From childhood, the people around her always seemed to be leaving. It felt like only Aubree had stayed by her side all this time. Sometimes, Brielle even wondered if she was cursed with some fate of solitude.

Aubree rubbed her eyes, her voice hoarse and heavy with sorrow. “I got their wedding invitation last night. They're getting married in three days.”

Asharp look crossed Brielle’s eyes. Tessa had not missed her chance to capitalize on the situation.

“Bri, I’m thinking of getting revenge.”

After a sip of water, Aubree’s voice became clearer, her eyes churning with something fierce.

Brielle frowned, knowing all too well that Aubree was spineless in front of Andrew. How would she seek revenge with her swollen eyes and frail body?

“Bri, you’ve done enough. The Rowland family’s down. Let’s not bother with Tessa anymore I'll de. her myself.” Aubree’s grip on the cup tightened, her eyes icy.

True love was trampled underfoot until numbness took over, while insincerity was what got people desired.

Brielle didn’t know what Aubree was planning. She only wanted Aubree to be alive. Whatever happened, Brielle would stand by her.

With Aubree’s affirmation, Brielle got into her car, ready to leave the set. As she started the engine, she nearly hit a crew member, slamming on the brakes in alarm. “Are you okay?” She opened the car door, 1/2 15:11 Chapter 604 stepping out to check on him, only to see the man wearing a hat, his hands covered in scars. The box he was carrying had fallen, spilling various parts needed on set Was be an employee?

Brielle bent down, noticing his twisted ankle as he struggled to walk She quickly tried to help pick up the parts “| got this!” The man’s voice cut through. He was trying to hide his identity, but Brielle recognized him It's Spencer.

His face was pale and flushed, frantic to gather the parts back into the box, but his injuries to his foot and hand made him stumble and fall. His hat tumbled off. There he was, sprawled unexpectedly at Brielle’s feet. His cheek bore a wound, likely from a fight, and a bandage adorned his forehead.

The once high—and—mighty rich guy now seemed lower than a common laborer.

Brielle wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say Spencer's lips were tightly pressed, his eyes red with the struggle to pick up his things. Brielle could guess he a XY\

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