Chapter 118


    She had long harbored the ambition to cling to Max’s coattails, and Spencer’s words only made her


    want to hasten her stride. “Max has such a standing in the business world. Maybe you should set up a


    dinner to schmooze him a bit,” she suggested, hoping to imply her own presence at the meal.


    But Spencer’s nextment was like a gavel sentencing her to a grim fate. “Even if I was to arrange a


    meal, it’s Brielle that should be my plus one. The rest of the Dorsey family can mess around all they


    want, just not in his line of sight. If I were to take you out for dinner with him, I might as well kiss my


    career at Dorsey International goodbye.”


    All color drained from Lillian’s face, leaving her seething with silent rage. Was she doomed to be


    nothing more than a mistress, forever hidden in the shadows? She couldn’t ept that. She wouldn’t.


    Spencer, sensing the sting of his words, tried to soften the blow, “Let’s talk about it after I call off my


    engagement with Brielle.”


    But this did little tofort Lillian. She had been feeling insecure about Spencer’s recent aloofness,


    especially his odd behavior toward Brielle. “Spencer, are you really going to break off your engagement


    with Brielle?” she asked, her voice quivering, tears threatening to spill


    over.


    Hearing this, a brief panic flickered through Spencer’s heart. Deep down, he knew he wasn’t ready to


    let Brielle go. She had always been so supportive and obdient, and now her disdain was like a p in


    the face. Had all her past affection been a lie?


    Was it possible she had never loved him? The very thought was humiliating.


    “Yes. The engagement will be off in two months, tops,” he dered with false certainty.


    Lillian bit her lip, nodding pitifully. “Then I’ll wait for you,” she whispered.


    Spencer avoided her eyes, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.


    Meanwhile, Brielle had just finished sorting through the gifts.


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    “Mark, you can distribute these to the kids tomorrow. I’ve organized everything. Here’s the food, and


    there’s the clothing.”


    Mark nced at the clock on the wall. “It’ste, and you’re by yourself. Why not stay the night?”


    “Thanks, but I’ve got work in the morning.”


    Not wanting to push further, Mark retrieved a few links of homemade sausage from the fridge. “I made


    these for the holidays. Take some with you.”


    Mark was a jack–of–all–trades, teaching the kids to make all kinds of delicious food. Back when Brielle


    lived there, times had been tough, and each holiday was a feast to make up for the


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    scarcity.


    Back then, wealthy folks woulde to adopt, making a big show of it for the media, proiming their


    generosity. What happened to the kids afterward, though, the media didn’t care to follow up on.


    “Thanks,” Brielle said, taking the bag of sausages.


    By the time she returned to her apartment, it was past midnight. She quickly washed up, checked her


    emails and direct messages, but there was still no word from Max. No feedback on the documents


    either.


    The next morning, she barely arrived at the office before being summoned to a meeting on the top


    floor.


    Max was thest to arrive, and with him there, Ryan was conspicuously absent.


    William adjusted his sses and cheerfully broached the topic of the Alpha project. “Max, you’ve been


    briefed by Brielle, I presume. What’s your take?”


    Max barely lifted an eyelid. “Who proposed investing in Alpha?”


    Everyone in the room knew he was asking knowingly, but no one dared to answer. After all, allowing


    someone who had been dismissed to enter the boardroom was a breach on their part. Under their


    pleading gazes, William softly responded, “Ryan visited the boardroom earlier, iming father’s


    approval. He’s got a cozy rtionship with Alpha’s president and suggested they might let Dorsey


    International invest first.”


    “In the future, let security keep such individuals out. If I’ve dismissed someone, I don’t want them back


    here causing a stir.”


    His tone was indifferent, dismissing Ryan as if he were nothing.


    Brielle, seated not far away, couldn’t help but smirk at Max’s imperious and strategic demeanor. To


    others, it might seem detestable, but to her, it held a certain allure. It was a shame, though, that such a


    cold person could still bend his principles for Alivia.


    Would The Priest ultimately be forced to walk among mortals?


    She lowered her gaze, choosing not to engage in the conversation at hand.