Chapter 253
Unaware of Max’s hospitalization, Brielle went about her business with a calcted calm. Spencer,
who had recoiled at the sight of Brielle’s glinting switchde, was now quivering. unable to utter a
single word as he stared at her with trembling lips.
Brielle had little patience for his cowardice and didn’t bother to rush into contacting Ryan, choosing
instead to wait for news from the outside. She knew that Ryan, failing to find Spencer, would inevitably
reach out to the authorities.
By the afternoon, Brielle had made all her preparations. Spencer had hailed his own cab to the hotel a
Dorsey International establishment that no one would suspect as a hiding ce. Indeed, the most
dangerous ces can often be the safest.
Brielle had prepared a back–up phone with an anti–surveince system, which she knew was
untraceable. It offered only a vague location within Beaconsfield to Ryan–a needle in a haystack for
him to find.
Brielle shoved Spencer into the bathroom, his mouth gagged, leaving him helplessly watching
as she closed the door.
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Outside the hotel room, Lillian had been lurking until a patrolling staff member spotted her suspicious
behavior and demanded to see her room card. Lillian, prepared, took out a card from the adjacent room
and slipped in after the staff walked away, standing vignt throughout the night.
She sent Max a message, sowing seeds of doubt: [Brielle and Spencer are holed up in that room all
night. What do you think they’re up to?]
Max, restless and sleepless, stared at the message for minutes before blocking the number. Lillian,
desperate for a response, tried calling, only to be met with the dispassionate tone of an automated
message; she had been blocked.
Anger red in Lillian’s eyes–how could Max favor Brielle so? She clenched her phone so tightly her
teeth nearly shattered. Plotting Brielle’s downfall, a wicked scheme began to take shape in her mind,
and she smirked as she gazed towards the neighboring room, beginning toy her trap.
Meanwhile, Brielle ordered a hearty breakfast, and after eating, she dealt with severalpany emails
online. It was only when internal messages revealed Max’s hospitalization and subsequent high–level
meetings that Brielle sprang into action. She called Max, then Patrick, to no avail.
Packing up a breakfast that Max favored during his stays at the hotel, Brielle finally obtained the
hospital address from Kenzo and rushed to see him.
Upon reaching the hospital door, she was about to knock when she overheard Max’s conversation with
Patrick.
“Mr. Dorsey, Ms. Brielle called. Are you sure we shouldn’t tell her?” asked Patrick, concern
Max, looking trail with an IV needle in his hand, remained indifferent. “No need.”
“But she’ll worry if she finds outter,” Patrick pressed.
A flicker of coldness passed through Max’s eyes. Worry? She was probably cozying up to Spencer,
realizing her past mistakes, and hoping to rekindle what they had. Blind, indeed.
Max let out a self–deprecating chuckle, suppressing the tumultuous emotions within him. “Our
rtionship is about to end anyway.”
Better to end things on his own terms than wait for her to do it. It was a rtionship teetering on the
edge, after all.
Exhausted from days of sleepless nights abroad, Max had tasted longing for the first time, only to be
met with a crushing blow from Brielle. Thankfully, such feelings were retractable. He just needed a few
days to recover.
His gaze fell back to the documents in his hand, but his heart couldn’t help but feel slighted. He had
treated her well, certainly better than Spencer had. Why then would she turn to Spencer?
Brielle, standing just outside the door, fingers curled around the doorknob, felt a painful twist in her
heart as she listened to Max’s words. Her fingertips involuntarily curled tighter.
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