Chapter 176


    Brielle scrolled through thements and noticed someone had posted a screenshot of Alivia’stest


    post, featuring a ck rosary bracelet wrapped around her wrist, identical to the beads Max had been


    seen wearing in several paparazzi shots.


    Everyone seemed to be green with envy, but all Brielle could taste was the bitter tang disappointment.


    of


    No wonder he hadn’t replied to her texts; he was at the airport, picking up the patriarch of the Barnes


    family.


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    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    With a sigh, she closed her eyes just as the cop in the front seat said, “Ms. Brielle, we‘ reached your


    apartment.”


    Quickly regaining herposure, Brielle nodded and stepped out of the car, walking towards the


    building entrance in a daze, while the officers who had apanied her lurked nearby.


    As soon as Brielle exited the elevator, her front door greeted her with a mess of cigarette butts, and


    there sat a man on her doorstep, Spencer, reeking of booze and tobo, abination that turned her


    stomach.


    His bloodshot eyes lifted to meet hers, and he staggered to his feet, slurring. “I checked out the charity,


    and indeed, it was your donation. Burp.”


    After belching loudly, he peered at her through bleary eyes, “Lillian’s gone off the deep end. I was all


    set to marry her, but my mom’s had second thoughts, wants me to have another go at convincing you.


    Brielle, is there any chance for us?”


    Brielle couldn’t believe his nerve, flinging her door open, “Maybe you should go get your head checked


    at the hospital first.”


    She tried to m the door, but Spencer’s hand shot out, bracing against it.


    Without hesitation, Brielle pushed back–hard.


    “Bang!”


    She expected him to recoil, but he didn’t, wincing as his hand visibly swelled.


    A pang of regret hit her, and she pulled the door open, “What the hell do you want, Spencer? Our


    engagement is off. I’m not ying house with you.”


    Spencer’s eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn’t help but grab her hand. He had no idea what he was


    doing, thinking it was all a dream. Even in his dreams, Brielle was so heartless.


    Blind with frustration, he barged in, pinning her against the wall..


    Brielle felt her insides jolt, and instinctively, her foot shot out into his stomach.


    Spencer doubled over, his face turning a shade paler with pain.


    Chapter 176


    The agony snapped him back to reality, and he looked around, realizing this was Brielle’s room. He


    remembereding to Brielle’s apartment, feeling upset, so he smoked a few extra


    cigarettes.


    “Bri.”


    He called out, staggering to his feet and lunging forward, copsing both of them onto the couch.


    Before Brielle could react, the sound of camera shutters filled the air from the doorway.


    “Click–click!”


    Caught in thispromising position, they were snapped in a series of shots.


    Brielle shoved Spencer away, ready to chase the paparazzi hiding in the shadows, b


    ut Spencer wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “The stuff I said at the party, all nonsense.


    I’m sorry.”


    Tears rimmed his eyes as he bit his lip. “I apologize.”


    Shaking with fury, Brielle wondered who had sent the photographer. What was the angle? Did the


    gossip from the Haywood family’s party leak, and now the media was prying into high. society secrets,


    tailing Spencer for some juicy scandal?


    Teeth clenched, her heart pounding, she pointed to the door, “Get out.”


    Silent, Spencer felt humiliated. He had apologized, wasn’t that enough?


    “Brielle, 1-”


    “I said leave. You better find that photographer and stop those photos from going viral. I refuse to be


    tabloid fodder with you.”


    Lips pressed into a thin line, Spencer’s eyes danced with resentment.


    Sharing the news with him was that shameful?


    His cheek burned with both pain and embarrassment.


    Dizzily, he staggered out, and at the building entrance, the photographer approached, handing over the


    camera with deference.


    “Mr. Spencer, are these shots to your liking? Should I ssh them across the front page?”


    So, it was Spencer who had nned this.


    A satisfied smile curled his lips as he reviewed the images capturing Brielle beneath him, artfully taken.


    “Publish these,” he instructed, his voice cold, “I will transfer the paymentter. Send these photos to a


    few groups, and spin it as an old me rekindling.”