Chapter 372


    The crowd was buzzing with excitement, but Brielle just nced around with a light chuckle.


    “I’ve juste back from the police station after giving my statement, and I’m more than willing to


    cooperate with the investigation into this incident. The fact that I’m standing here should be enough to


    clear me as a suspect. But Simon, despite the police making things. crystal clear, you’re still here


    stirring the pot, trying to twist the narrative. If I don’t sue you, then who should I sue?”


    Her expression was icy, even mocking.


    “Just because you lost your daughter, do I have to stand here and take your nder? Is that what you


    call having a conscience? Or should the CEO of Dorsey International personallye and apologize to


    you? Just because you’ve suffered a loss, does the whole world have to walk on eggshells around


    you? Simon, the police have already looked into Sarah’s financial records since college, and you two


    never sent her a dime for living expenses. She hadn’t been gone three hours before you had her


    obituary photo ready to go. Even after the police advised you, you still tried to throw mud at me. You


    and your wife have been spreading rumors and ndering me, and exploiting the sympathy of these


    people who are here on your behalf.”


    “If I kept silent, that would be a real disgrace to Dorsey International.


    Her words silenced the onlookers.


    Nobody was a fool. They’d all rushed over in the heat of the moment, seeking justice.


    But the fact that Brielle had been released so quickly from the police station without being detained as


    a suspect spoke volumes.


    And from her tone, it seemed the police had already advised this couple.


    So why were they still clinging to Brielle?


    Instantly, all eyes turned to Simon and his wife, Sue. Simon turned pale with fear, his lips quivering.


    What could he do?


    How could he handle this?


    He desperately tried to signal to Sue with his eyes, and she, getting the hint, promptly fainted.


    Simon began to cry again, cradling the ‘unconscious‘ Sue.


    “Oh God! Wake up, honey. We haven’t gotten justice for our daughter yet. It’s all because we’re not


    educated and not as slick–talking as them. Help! Murder!”


    As the situation escted, it became clear to everyone that Simon was putting on an act…


    Just as the crowd began to murmur, Brielle was the first to dial 911. After hanging up, her tone


    remained calm.


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    “Simon, I’m deeply sorry about what happened to Sarah, but that doesn’t give you the right to hurt me.


    I’ve called for an ambnce, and I hope your wife will be alright. After all, you still have to take care of


    Sarah’s affairs.”


    Her voice was detached as she put her phone away and walked towards the building.


    The crowd that had been surrounding her parted, giving her a clear path.


    Brielle’s demeanor was poised and confident, her tone and bearingmanding respect.


    No one else approached her, and they instead gathered around Simon, suggesting he wait for the


    police investigation results.


    Simon gritted his teeth, ring at Brielle’s retreating figure. “Damn her!”


    Meanwhile, in a ck car not too far away, Max watched the scene unfold with a detached


    gaze.


    Patrick sat in the driver’s seat. Max was on the verge of intervening when someone had thrown a rock


    at Ms. Brielle’s car.


    The situation would have escted even further if he had shown his face.


    Luckily, Ms. Brielle seemed to notice the car and shook her head, stopping him from getting out and


    potentially igniting the media.


    Patrick nced in the rearview mirror, only to see Max’s face shrouded in a chill.


    As the ambnce arrived to take Simon and Sue away and the onlookers dispersed, Max pursed his


    lips and quietly said, “To the underground garage.”


    Patrick nodded and quickly drove to the designated area.


    They took the elevator straight to the top floor.


    Max, radiating an icy aura, stepped out of the elevator only to be met by Spencer.


    Their eyes shed in the air.


    Spencer felt a surge of anger rush to his head.


    Max, however, just gave him a look, asking nothing, not questioning why he was on the top floor


    instead of his usual department.


    His attitude was as if he was seeing a stranger.


    The blood boiling within Spencer seemed to freeze over; nothing was more humiliating than being


    completely disregarded by a rival.