Chapter 112


    Brielle’s expression darkened, but before she could utter a word, Kenzo interjected with a counter. “Mr.


    Spencer, do you always speak so harshly to your fiancée?”


    The word “fiancée” struck a nerve in Spencer. The disgust and disdain on his face were as clear as


    day, as if Brielle were some piece of trash, disgusting to even nce at.


    “Brielle is just trash. She deserves nothing more than my contempt. Kenzo, don’t tell me you’ve grown


    a soft spot for her? There are a million women pining for you. Can you even keep track? And


    remember how Tiffanie got turned down by you in public? Then she went on a spree, living it up. It


    didn’t seem to affect you one bit. Mr. Kenzo, your heart is as hard as stone. What right do you have to


    judge me?”


    Spencer said this with a smug tone, not feeling the slightest bit ashamed for embarrassing his own


    cousin. In his eyes, Tiffanie was no better–had she any self–respect, she wouldn’t have stirred up so


    many scandals. She and Brielle were cut from the same cloth, utterly lost without


    a man.


    “Having dinner with Brielle, don’t you ever think of Tiffanie? They’re the same kind of woman, groveling


    at men’s feet, desperate for attention–it’s sickening.”


    Spencer was speaking out of sheer anger, his words as harsh as could be. By the time he regained his


    composure, Brielle’s p had already connected.


    “Smack!”


    It wasn’t the first time Spencer had been struck, but this p carried an unusual force. His cheek stung


    fiercely, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He felt a bitter mix of self–pity and hatred asContent bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    he touched his cheek, his chest trembling with rage.


    This bitch had hit him again–what right did she have? Wasn’t it her own sordid actions that shouldn’t be


    spoken of?


    Underneath the thick hate, there was an unmistakable twinge of heartache.


    Brielle withdrew her hand, “Had enough, Spencer? Who I sleep with is none of your business. We’ll


    annul this engagement sooner orter. Why the temper tantrum? Are you disgusted by me but also


    waiting for your turn? Too bad, you’re not even on my radar. You’ve been out of the game from the


    start, got it?”


    Out of the game–such humiliating terms.


    Brielle blew on her palm, which had reddened from the force of the p, then turned to Kenzo.


    Kenzo’s eyes still held a trace of surprise, probably not expecting her to resort to violence.


    “Sorry for the scene, Kenzo. For the reality show script, feel free to contact me anytime. But I’ve got


    other matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving.”


    Kenzo chuckled, feigning a cough, “Sure, I’ll get in touch.”


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    Brielle nodded and, without a nce at an astonished Spencer, got into her mid–range car and drove


    away.


    Spencer, touching his face, stared at Kenzo, and wiped the blood from his lip with a sneer, “To fuss


    over a woman who’s been yed, Kenzo, I thought you had higher standards.”


    Kenzo found the situation amusing, as Spencer desperately ndered Brielle like a petnt child. The


    more he seemed to want something, the more he pretended he didn’t. Interesting indeed.


    “Brielle is actually quite intriguing,” Kenzo remarked casually.


    “Ha, then you must find Tiffanie intriguing as well. Don’t think I’m clueless about you two.”


    Kenzo had no interest in tangling with such a child, resting a hand on thepel of his jacket, “I am not


    familiar with Tiffanie.” To me Tiffanie’s downfall on him was a miscarriage of justice.


    “Please.”


    Spencer scoffed, turning his gaze away, “Anyway, Brielle is my fiancée, and even if you two tear up the


    bed sheets, it won’t matter. Unless I call off the engagement, you’re nothing but a homewrecker.”


    Kenzo had reached his car when he heard this. He paused, “Mr. Spencer, you should know that as


    writers, we oftenck a moralpass. Sometimes, for the sake of inspiration, we’re willing to do


    anything. I haven’t tried the role of a ‘homewrecker‘ yet, but if Brielle is offering the opportunity, I


    wouldn’t rule it out.”


    Spencer was left speechless, fuming as he watched Kenzo’s car disappear into the distance. With a


    cold expression and for reasons unknown even to himself, Spencer dialed Faith.


    “Mom, I’ve made up my mind. I want to marry Brielle, immediately, right away.”