Chapter 76


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    Brielle felt a chill creeping through her bones, her eyes widening in disbelief as she watched the two


    officers flip through the photos.


    The man remained maddeningly unppable, “She’s my girlfriend. Just a little tiff we’re having. She’s


    denying me now, but officers, this is just a lovers‘ spat, isn’t it? No need to drag us down to the station,


    right?”


    His face was all smiles, but his eyes were full of malice. Clearly, he had nned this all along.


    Brielle pressed her lips together, knowing all too well how domestic disputes tended to be downyed


    by the police when the word “rtionship” was mentioned. Her face darkened as her gaze fixed on the


    suit jacket clutched in the man’s hand.


    With a sleazy grin, the man said, “Honey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that tonight. Come


    on over here, and we’ll sort everything out back at home.”


    The photos he provided were damningly realistic, and even though Brielle knew they were falsified, she


    couldn’t immediately prove it otherwise.


    The officers looked a bit shaken, and finally, they sighed. “Why can’t you young lovebirds just sit down


    and talk things out without making a scene and calling us?”


    The man, with a roguish sneer, hands in his pockets, replied, “Ah, well, you know how emotional


    women can get. Sorry to bother you officers, I’ll just take her and we’ll be on our way.”


    He made a move to approach, but Brielle stepped back, her gaze sharp. “Officers, there should be a


    camera at the entrance of the apartmentplex.”


    No sooner had she spoken than one of the officer’s phones rang, indicating some directive from the


    higher–ups. This guy was bold in this part of town because he had someone backing him.


    The call was from someone with the Hatfield family.


    The officers exchanged nces, then waved their hands dismissively, “Alright, no need to make a


    scene out of a lovers‘ quarrel.”


    Brielle knew someone had intervened. The night’s events were orchestrated.


    But who could she turn to? The Haywood family?


    The Haywoods wouldn’t stick their necks out for her, and going back to them, hat in hand, would


    probably just amuse them. She couldn’t be left here. With this guy’s methods, he might actually


    disfigure her.


    Brielle’s eyes reddened, but against the backdrop of those photos, any defense she offered would


    seem like emotional desperation.


    She got into the police cruiser first, giving the address for the Premier Pce. She couldn’t go back to


    her apartment or to the Haywood family, and she couldn’t drag Aubree into this mess. Premier Pce


    seemed to be the only temporary shelter avable.


    The man didn’t expect Brielle to make such a move and furrowed his brow, but ultimately, he didn’t


    dare follow her into the car.


    The young officers, thinking Brielle was just unwilling to reconcile with her boyfriend, sighed. “Miss, are


    you really not nning to talk things out with your boyfriend?”


    “It will hurt your rtionship. You’re both so young. Why can’t you discuss this calmly?”


    No amount of words from Brielle would help. She stared out the window at the suit in the man’s hands,


    feeling a tightness in her chest. “Just take me to Premier Pce, please.”


    The officers didn’t refuse. Besides, Premier Pce was much more than a mere haunt of the wealthy


    and powerful.


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    The police cruiser couldn’t enter the premises, stopping about two hundred meters from Premier


    Pce’s gates. Brielle, barefoot and forlorn, stepped out of the car.


    The officers watched her retreating figure, shaking their heads. “Young folks these days are just too


    fragile.”


    The man had provided too many photos for anyone to believe that someone who had attacked another


    person. would fabricate such évidence. And with the Hatfield Inc. people vouching, they truly believed it


    was just a lovers‘ spat gone wrong.


    Brielle walked barefoot for a while, feeling the cold sting on her face. The pain in her feet grew more


    pronounced until she stopped, gazing at the grand entrance of Premier Pce and let out a self–


    deprecatingugh.


    What good woulding here do?


    She limped to a bench at the roadside, pulling out the shards of ss embedded in her foot. Blood


    gushed forth, and the sharp pain drove back her tears.


    She took out her phone again. “Officer, my name is Brielle. Someone has stolen corporate secrets from


    Dorsey International, and I’d like to report it. Yes, it’s him. The suit he’s holding belongs to the CEO of


    Dorsey International, and there’s a tiny USB drive inside with Dorsey’s confidential files. Please take


    this matter seriously.”


    Everyone in Beaconsfield knew about Dorsey International. Any case involving Dorsey International


    couldn’t be taken lightly.


    Half an hourter, Brielle and the man were brought to the police station. The man hadn’t expected to


    end up there. Seeing Brielle, he feigned deep concern. “Sweetheart, I said we could talk about our


    issues privately. What’s this all about now?”