Chapter 278


    Cameron thought he had the upper hand, his face rxing into a smug grin. “Brielle, Lillian’s still holed


    up at the police station because of you. Julian would never stand to see a Haywood in trouble, least of


    all his own granddaughter. You need to make a call, drop the charges over her buying off that driver,


    and then we can all be merry.”


    Brielle leaned back, trying to keep her expression steady. The more you panic now, the more they’ll


    walk all over you. “Only you Haywoods are merry, not me,” she said coolly. “Julian is your kin, and you


    are now using him to threaten me? You really have no shame.


    Cameron narrowed his eyes, his voiceced with mockery. “And you have some? The former fiancée


    of Spencer, now cozying up with his uncle, Max. If the Dorseys got wind of this, what do you think


    they’d do to you, Brielle? Let’spromise. You get Max to back off and drop thewsuit against


    Lillian, we keep quiet, and everyone’s at peace. Sounds good, doesn’t it?”


    A shadow crossed Brielle’s eyes. She had faced the Haywoods‘ shamelessness before, but this was


    revolting.


    She had brokered several major deals for the Haywoods, deals she could now leverage to hasten their


    demise. But that would only make them more desperate, putting Julian in greater danger.


    She needed to establish her ownpany, fast. She couldn’t let them exploit her weaknesses again…


    As the standoff continued, a knock on the hospital room door announced the arrival of the doctor. The


    doctor handed Brielle a neatly wrapped box, his voice tinged with envy. “Ms. Brielle, someone just


    dropped this off for you. I think you’ll be very pleased with it.”


    A gift? Brielle paused, thinking of Max. Was it from him?


    She couldn’t care less about the Haywoods now, her fingers trembling as she opened the box. Her


    pupils dted in shock, and reflexively, she tried to close it. But the box slipped, its lid flung open, and


    several fingers tumbled out.


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    Treated to look like macabre art, the fingers were bloodless, yet they still sent chills down the spine.


    Brielle’s face remained stoic, but Aubree, standing nearby, gagged and retched into a waste bin. A


    small note fluttered out of the box, which Cameron, pale as a ghost, picked up. It read–Lillian’s fingers,


    Bri, do you like them?


    Cameron’s face twisted in horror, his hand trembling.


    Miranda snatched the note, fainted away after reading it.


    Cameron, staring at theposed Brielle, thought of her earlier attempt to hide the box. Grinding his


    teeth, he wished he could tear her in two. “Brielle! What is this?! You wicked


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    woman, Lillian’s already in trouble because of you, and now you have her fingers chopped off! You


    witch!”


    Cameron’s eyes were bloodshot, his mind devoid of reason as he lunged forward, grabbing Brielle’s


    cor.


    “Do you think just because you have Max on your side, I wouldn’t touch you?”


    Brielle felt nauseous but kept her face cold. “Lillian has crossed many people; how am I supposed to


    know who did this?”


    Cameron, fueled by rage, clenched his fist, ready to tear her cor.


    “You bi-


    “p!”


    Before finishing the scolding, Brielle had already pped him across the face. The crisp sound echoed


    in the hospital room.


    Cameron froze, his grip loosening.


    Brielle nced at the fingers on the floor, her brows furrowed. “Get out. The Haywoods aren’t wee


    here.”


    Pushed back, Cameron stumbled, his eyes zing with hatred as heprehended the situation.