Chapter 99


    Once the room had finally settled into silence, she sent the email to Human Resources, officially


    terminating Emily’s employment. It waste, but the HR department replied swiftly, agreeing to her


    request.


    Brielle sighed in relief. She took a couple of days off to rest at home, not returning to the office until her


    foot was no longer a hindrance to walking. As she parked her car downstairs, a vehicle revved up


    furiously from behind and rushed forward.


    Brielle frowned and quickly swerved the wheel. The other car whizzed past her, crashing into the side


    of a building nearby. This building was a standard design for Dorsey International, reportedly crafted by


    an Italian designer, with just the design fees running over a million dors. As she got out of her car,


    she spotted Emily stumbling out of the wreck, her forehead smeared with blood. Brielle couldn’t help


    but chuckle. Had Emily been shaken up by Lillian again, taking a bullet for someone else not once but


    twice?


    “Brielle, you actually had the nerve to fire me?”


    Brielle had no interest in entertaining such a foolish question. As her supervisor, what was wrong with


    firing an employee who had tried to


    harm her?


    The incident that almost ruined Brielle’s appearance this time didn’t directly involve Emily, but she was


    the one orchestrating it from behind the scenes. And now, she hade up with another move.


    Brielle’s lips curved into a smile as she unhesitatingly dialed 911. “Attempted murder. Go tell it to the


    police.”


    Desperate, Emily lunged forward, attempting to p Brielle across the face, but her hand was caught


    mid–air as Brielle pushed her against the


    car.


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    “Bang!”


    Emily felt a sharp pain in her back, and her face contorted in response.


    Gritting her teeth, she pulled a dagger from her purse and lunged at Brielle.


    Brielle sidestepped and struck Emily’s wrist hard. “Have you lost your mind, Emily?”


    Emilyughed coldly, as if she wished she could drink Brielle’s blood.


    “It was Max in the bedroom that day, right? Lillian told me. You whore, how dare you–I’m going to end


    you! I won’t be at peace until you’re


    dead.”


    The dagger ttered to the ground, and only then did Emily realize that. Brielle had some self–defense


    skills.


    Brielle found it amusing that Lillian had some talent after all, having guessed correctly that it was Max


    in her bedroom that day. She smiled. faintly and said softly to Emily, whose face was a contorted mask


    of rage, “Since you know it was Max in the room, you should also know that he permitted me to fire


    you. And considering how hysterical you were that day, do you really think he’d have any interest in


    you?”


    What a stab to the heart. Brielle knew exactly what Emily cared about. most and targeted it mercilessly.


    Thest trace of color drained from Emily’s face as she stood frozen in ce. Max had allowed her


    firing? Max had been hiding in a woman’s


    bedroom?


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    How’s that possible? He was untouchable!


    Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Spencer? You seduced his uncle; you’re


    insane. Max would never want you–you’re filthy.”


    Brielle raised an eyebrow and slowly released Emily’s wrist. “The fact is,


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    he’s quite satisfied with me in bed.”


    Her words were like knives, leaving Emily bleeding inwardly. Even as she was escorted away by the


    police, she hadn’t recovered, looking as


    wilted as a dried–up flower.


    As the handcuffs clicked around Emily’s wrists, Brielle could hear her mumbling.


    “Impossible… impossible… He would never want you. He would never touch you,”


    When the police were forcing her into the car, Emily suddenly thrashed like a madwoman. “Don’t you


    gloat, Brielle! I’ll see your downfall. Do you think Max would love you? You’re just a fling, nothing more.


    He’ll discard you like trash, just like he will with me–ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…”


    Her hoarse cackling was eerie.


    Brielle stood still, understanding now why Emily was so easily manipted by Lillian. Her obsession


    with Max was bordering on madness; the slightest spark could set her ame.


    The momentary satisfaction was followed by difort. Emily’s fate seemed to be reminding her,


    “Look, this is your future. This is the consequence of liking Max.”


    Taking a deep breath, she warned herself never to end up like that.


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