Chapter 130


    “Don’t. Just drop me off at the next intersection. I don’t want to stay at a hotel tonight; I’m thinking of


    crashing with a friend.”


    Her voice, heavy with emotion, barely rose above a whisper as she dabbed at the tears streaking down


    her face. The vi had been her only property, and now that it was gone, her only option seemed to be


    to check into a hotel. And Spencer, being a part of the Dorsey n, couldn’t possibly bring Lillian back


    to the Dorsey estate.


    Suddenly, Spencer felt utterly useless for letting her be put through such an ordeal. “Lillian, I’ll find you


    a new ce soon. Just bear with a hotel for tonight.”


    “Spencer, I’m just so tired.”


    Her words pierced straight through Spencer’s heart. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, a wave of


    guilt washing over him. If Lillian were his rightful fiancée, she wouldn’t have to suffer like this.


    “I’m sorry.”


    “It’s not your fault. It’s just that I love you too much. I’m willing to lurk in the shadows, but tonight, I


    really do want to be with a friend.”


    Spencer nodded, unable to muster any more words, his resentment towards Brielle growing stronger.


    After dropping Lillian off, he reached into his pocket and handed her a card.


    “There’s ten million in here, for your trouble.”


    “I can’t ept this.”


    “Keep it. That vi was rightfully yours, and I’ll make it up to youter.”


    Leaving the card with her, Spencer drove off with a heavy heart.


    Lillian nced down, a flicker of satisfaction crossing her eyes before she slipped the card into her


    pocket.


    The friend she was seeking out was Sophia, who was also in that chat group but had been oddly silent


    to her messages. Lillian had just seen Sophia’s update at Tequ Sunset. It was time to see what was


    going on in person.


    With a knack for navigating social waters, Lillian quickly found Sophia’s private booth. Sophia herself


    wasn’t feeling great, still fuming over that thirty–million–dor debacle. Most of those surrounding her


    were from the same social circle, now all hunched over their phones, whispering amongst themselves.


    “Can you believe it? That’s Lillian in the video?”


    “It’s so clear, it has to be her. Who knew she had such a thing going with Spencer?”


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    “That makes her the other woman, doesn’t it? How much of what she tells us is actually true?”


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    The murmurs grew louder.


    Given Sophia’s closer rtionship with Lillian, coupled with the incident involving Emily, she believed


    Lillian to be a very loyal and righteous person. Now, hearing everyone discussing Lillian, she couldn’t


    help but inquire. “What’s going on?”


    “Sophia, you gotta check the group chat. Spencer and Lillian got caught in the act. The video’s gone


    viral. It’s all over the socials.”


    Sophia thought she must have misheard. Such a scandal in their circle was social suicide. She opened


    her phone and, upon seeing the crystal–clear video, her face turned ashen. The others, sensing an


    opportunity, began to tear Lillian down.


    “I knew she wasn’t all she pretended to be, always ying the victim.”


    “She grew up with Brielle, didn’t she? Birds of a feather.”


    “She wanted to join me for high tea just now. I turned her down, thank goodness.”


    “She tried to chat with me too. Looks like she’s clueless about what happened. How embarrassing! I’d


    be scolded by everyone if I were seen with her now.”


    In their world, reputation was everything. After that video, Lillian would be seen through a tainted lens,


    her social standing in tatters.


    They gleefully pped every derogatorybel they could think of on Lillian, enjoying the gossip. In the


    midst of their cackles, the door swung open, and Lillian stood at the threshold.


    The room turned frigid with difort as Lillian, followed by a waiter in pristine white gloves, sauntered


    in, feigning generosity. “I heard you were all dining here. I was free, so I thought I’d buy you a round.”


    The waiter rolled in a cartden with expensive bottles, each worth a small fortune. Lillian was


    splurging, fresh off a ten–million–dor constion and with the promise of a new vi from Spencer. A


    few million was nothing to her, especially when it usually bought praise.


    Tonight, the room was suffused with a strange silence. Everyone was unusually quiet, deliberately


    avoiding her gaze.