Chapter 361


    Spencer stiffened at the mention of Brielle’s name, a quilty pang striking his heart. The woman didn’t


    nce at the stack of bills on the bed but instead, fumbled to her feet, standing before him. “I knew it


    was you. I’ve seen your photo, and there was another guy, too.”


    She touched her chin, wistfully. “You’re quite the looker, but that other guy, he’s like something out of a


    fairytale. Brielle’s one luckydy. Did she dump you?”


    The moment the words left her lips, Spencer’s head snapped up. “Who are you?”


    She chuckled, “A rtive of mine lives next door to Brielle. Mentioned setting me up with someone,


    asked if I fancied him for a potential match.”


    Spencer recalled Brielle’s chatty neighbor from her apartment days, who indeed had made such a fuss


    about introducing him to someone but he’d taken it as a joke. That wasn’t the point, though. The point


    was this otherworldly man. Who was he?


    –


    His eyes reddened, and his insides churned with unease. He feigned calm as he pulled up a photo on


    his phone. “You said you’ve seen this other guy? What did your rtive say? Was he also visiting


    Brielle?”


    The woman smiled, “Yeah, Brielle’s got a fiancé, but it seems like this guy is her kept man. Though


    judging by his looks, I doubt it.” Such an aura he had, he couldn’t possibly be a mere boy toy.


    Spencer’s h?nd, resting by his side, clenched until he felt his palm might bleed. He thrust the phone in


    the woman’s face. “Him? Is it him?”


    The photo showed Max, the same one Spencer had shown around the apartment. Except for those


    who had perished, he felt he hadn’t missed anyone.


    He had thought Brielle and Max were above board, but the woman’s sparkling eyes sent his heart


    plummeting. The anger in him boiled over.


    “It’s him, so handsome. I was drooling over his picture. Shame, he’s probably not just anybody. right?”


    Oblivious to the financial world, she didn’t recognize Max’s renowned face..


    After she spoke, the room seemed to be engulfed in a dangerous aura. Spencer’s scalp tingled with the


    urge to destroy something in his fury.


    It was Max! Max was with Brielle!


    He had suspected as much, but just as he was about to dismiss the idea, it was this woman’s words


    that confirmed his fears. His chest heaved violently, the chair crashing to the floor in his rage.


    The woman, startled, quickly dressed and made for the door. But before she could exit, Spencer’s roar


    stopped her cold. “Stop right there!”


    His face flushed with anger, and he resembled a lion ready to pounce, determined to drag this


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    woman before his grandfather to reveal Max and Brielle’s indiscretions.


    He remembered the scene by the floral wall all too well, Max openly embracing and kissing at woman.


    How could he forget? Now he knew it was Brielle!


    That was Brielle! They had cuckolded him right under his nosel


    The taste of blood filled Spencer’s mouth, but amidst the shock, his mind cleared. Even if he brought


    this woman before his grandfather, Michael wouldn’t believe him.


    The apartment was burned down and there was no video evidence, no solid proof, just this woman’s


    word against his. Besides, Max himself held such a high status in the Dorsey family.


    Spencer’s fists clenched again. He had respected his uncle, but Max betrayed him.


    His eyes reddened as he slowly closed them. He must have his revenge!


    But he would have to bide his time.


    Meanwhile, Brielle was oblivious to Spencer’s newfound clue. She opened herptop to tackle some


    work, her waist was aching, and her stomach was rumbling with hunger.


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Just as she contemted making some soup, there was a knock at the door, and a delivery arrived –


    all tailored to her tastes.


    After eating, she noticed several personal messages from colleagues.


    [Ms. Haywood, are you there? You should check thepany chat.]


    [Ms. Haywood, someone posted the video of you making Sarah sing in the big group.]


    Brielle’s frown deepened. She rarely engaged with social media and had muted thepany chat long


    ago, but now she clicked in.


    The chat was aze with discussion. The video was being shared back and forth. She watched the


    video, which was indeed from that night. However, the uploader had carefully omitted the part where


    Sarah was drunk and provoking Brielle, only showing Brielle forcing Sarah to sing. Out of context, it


    looked like Brielle, the boss, was abusing her power to bully a female colleague.


    “I can’t believe she’s like that. Poor Sarah.”


    “Disgusting, how can she be a boss? She should be fired.”


    “We need to take this to the higher–ups, or Sarah will continue to suffer under her.”