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Brielle was utterly baffled, and Mason even more so. She desperately wanted to spill the beans right
there, to let each of them know who the other was, but Tiffanie grabbed Mason’s hand with a firm grip,
pulled a card from her purse, and slid it over.
“I meant it when I said I liked your look. Why the long face, big guy? Brielle, she’s Maxie’s girl, hands
off. Stick with me, and you’ll live the sweet life.
Brielle opened her mouth to speak but ultimately said nothing.
Instead, Mason seemed galvanized by the card, looking at Brielle, “Ms. Brielle, you should head
out.”
Brielle wanted to interject, but Tiffanie’s stare was unyielding, clearly signaling that if Brielle didn’t
leave, they were no longer friends. With a heavy heart and frequent backward nces, Brielle made
her exit.
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Technically speaking, there was no blood rtion between the two, but their respective identities were
enough to make each other’s skin crawl.
Once in her car, Brielle felt the need to inform Tiffanie about the situation and texted her, but Tiffanie
didn’t respond, and Brielle was left wondering what had be of them.
Stepping out at the entrance of her neighborhood, Brielle noticed several luxury cars parked, turning
heads. She took a closer look and was about to enter when a group of bodyguards emerged from a car
and approached her.
Before she could react, they forcefully grabbed her shoulders. “Ms. Brielle, we’re with the Rond
family’s security. We need an exnation for the malicious harm you’ve caused our young miss.”
Brielle’s brow furrowed, feeling as though her shoulders were about to be crushed. She had anticipated
the Rond family might retaliate, but not this swiftly. And the lead car’s doors remained closed,
leaving her to wonder who was inside.
Brielle bit her lip, struggling briefly. “By what right are you detaining me? Do you have any evidence
that I’ve harmed Tessa?”
The bodyguards ignored her protest, pushing her towards the car, “The Rond family has decreed
that should anything befall the young miss, Ms. Brielle, you will pay the price.”
Brielle ceased her struggle, surrounded by five fancy rides, each seating four, with a total of twenty
bodyguards–not counting the one in the lead car. The Rond family’s show of force was like
mobilizing to capture a traitor.
Once in the car, Brielle’s wrists were shackled with cold cuffs. She chuckled. “Since when does the
Rond family perform police duties?”
The bodyguards felt she was incredibly naive. In their world, powerful families could do as they
pleased, untouchable by the likes ofmon folk. No one answered her.
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Meanwhile, in the front car, Andrew twiddled with his phone. He had stayed put, curious about the
Rond family’s intentions for Brielle.
Now that they had taken her, he debated whether to inform Max. Max’s true feelings for Brielle were a
mystery. If he wasn’t serious, she might not make it out alive from the Rond family’s clutches.
After some thought, Andrew texted Max, asking for his location.
Max was in a foul mood that evening, joining Kenzo for a drink at his spacious vi, where Kenzo, an
artist with a wide social circle, had stashed away an impressive collection of fine liquors.
Members of other influential families, including Zaiden from the Rond family and Sammuel from the
Hatfield family, were present.
In this upper–crust gathering, Kenzo’s poprity was evident as everyone vied for a hint about his next
project, knowing his scripts could rake in millions.
As Kenzo entertained his guests, Max sat in solitude in a corner, nursing a drink, lost in thought until
Andrew strode in and took a seat across from him.
They drank silently for a moment before Andrew ventured, “I heard you bought somend from the
Hatfield family. What’s your n with that lot?”
The property was out in the suburbs, and any construction would typically require a bidding process.
Max had signed a contract with no bid in sight, as if he had bought it just for kicks.
“Brielle needs it, and I can provide,” was all Max replied.
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