Chapter 129


    In the chat group, the camaraderie was generally good on any given day. The members loved to unt


    theirtest luxury car purchases or their sprawling mansions and chew the fat over the trivial gossip


    that bubbled up within their social circle.


    Brielle was the hot topic that never ceased to intrigue everyone.


    These folks were far removed from the elite inner circle–after all, those high–fliers didn’t have the time


    to indulge in idle chitchat. Most of the group members were well–off, leading lives offort, yet they


    suffered from a severe drought of meaningful engagement. Talking smack about Brielle was simply a


    way for them to feel a tad better about themselves.


    Just as one felt the body being lifted when treading water, simrly, in any social hierarchy, those


    lacking self–confidence tended to highlight their status by denigrating those they perceived as inferior.


    And in their eyes, Brielle was the underdog.


    After Lillian sent her message, ten long minutes dragged by before anyone bothered to reply.


    [Let’s drop it. I’ve got stuff to do tomorrow.]


    [Yeah, looks like none of us can make it.]


    [What’s the deal with you and Spencer? Isn’t he Brielle’s fiancé? Thought you said he was like a


    brother to you?]


    The question everyone had been skirting around was finally out in the open. After all, the video was


    crystal clear. Denial wasn’t an option.


    Lillian’s hand, which had been dangling by her side, clenched. Never before had her rtionship with


    Spencer been questioned. What in the world was happening tonight?


    [Yes, I always saw him as a brother,] she replied.


    Seeing her response while recalling the video and vivid photos, an ufortable wave washed over


    everyone. The chat fell silent once more, and this time, no one engaged with her.


    Sweat pooled in Lillian’s palms, the evening’s events still a puzzle to her. She reached out to one of the


    more friendly faces in the group, suggesting they meet for coffee the next day. The reply came back


    swift and cold-[Find someone else. I’m busy.]


    Staring at her phone, Lillian wondered if her eyes were ying tricks on her. In the past, to get cozy


    with these wealthy second–generation kids, she’d simply gift them some priceless jewelry.


    These kidscked for nothing, but they always appreciated the gesture, seeing the giver as generous


    and kind–hearted.


    Especially those whose families kept a tight rein on them. They loved hanging with Lillian, who was


    known for herrgesse. For example, the one who had just turned her down–never before had she


    rejected Lillian.


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    Undeterred, Lillian messaged others in the group. After reaching out to four more, she found one of


    them blocked her outright, and the rest didn’t even bother replying.


    Lillian sensed trouble brewing, but first things first: she needed to smooth things over with Spencer,


    then try to rekindle the bonds with her fair–weather friends.


    She looked up, her eyes brimming with feigned vulnerability. “I’m sorry, Spencer, I never should’ve got


    involved with you. It’s made things awkward for everyone. Maybe it’s best if we take a break.*


    This tactic of retreat to advance was one of her favorites.


    Spencer gritted his teeth in frustration. “Sorry, Lillian, that you’ve been put through this. Tell me, which


    property do you want? I’ll give you another one.”


    That was what Lillian was banking on. What did it matter how well a man treated her if she couldn’t


    hold on to something tangible? That was the real security. She grew up poor and only realized the


    importance of money when she saw how the wealthy lived. So,ter on, whether it was with Cameron


    or with Spencer, she would subtly convey a message to them. She had suffered a lot in the past and


    did not want to put herself through hardships anymore in the future.


    When male pride kicked in, they’d fulfill her every demand. Her wardrobe, shoes, bags, and bracelets


    were nearly all courtesy of Cameron, while her posh residence and the shy cars she drove were gifts


    from Spencer.


    As for Brielle, well, she was just a hapless fool. After years with the Haywood family, she didn’t even


    own a decent vi.


    Lillian had always prided herself on her cunning, but tonight was her first defeat. She traced the root of


    her downfall to one person–Max, the pinnacle of their social pyramid. As long as Max harbored even a


    sliver of pity for Brielle, Spencer was putty in his hands.


    A flicker of envy crossed Lillian’s eyes. If only Max would take her side.


    Word on the street was that he asionally showed up at Tequ Sunset. It looked like it was time for


    her to try her luck there.


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