Chapter 410


    The air was thick with tension.


    William’s face turned icy, his expression souring by the second. The few executives surrounding him


    sensed the tension ramping up between him and Brielle and, feigning deafness, made a hasty retreat.


    Brielle stood her ground, watching William approach with a steely gaze. Ever since the debacle with


    Sarah that William had engineered, there was no pretense of civility between them.


    “Brielle,” he began with a sneer. “You flirt with Max on the one hand, while you help Ryan, your ex–


    father–inw, w his way back into Dorsey International. Does Max know about your undying torch


    for Spencer? This time, Spencer really should be thanking you.”


    “Mr. William, you needn’t worry about my affairs. Perhaps you should concern yourself with your own


    issues. The police are investigating Sarah’s case, and I’m sure the puppet master behind the scenes is


    starting to sweat, aren’t they?”


    William’s eyes darkened, a mix of amusement and malice dancing within them. How could the police


    possibly trace anything back to him? He’d been ying the game in Beaconsfield for years, with plenty


    of pawns willing to fall on their swords for him. Brielle was just too naive if she thought the world was


    ck and white.


    “Brielle, you’re a ridiculous,” he taunted. “Just wait until Michael hears about your little escapades with


    Max. Both of you will be in deep trouble, especially Max. He’ll lose all trust from Michael.”


    And then, there would be no ce for Max in the Dorsey family.


    “Mr. William, who’s the real fool here? Max’s vision epasses mountains and seas, but your sight is


    forever confined under the Dorsey family’s roof. You use gentility as a tool to probe hearts and your


    privileged cunning to curry favor with Michael. I now see why Max never bothered to mention you.


    Someone who can’t see beyond the Dorsey family’s shadow simply doesn’t qualify as his adversary.”


    Her words hit him like a physical blow.


    William’s face contorted with rage. No one had ever humiliated him like this!


    His jaw clenched so tight he thought his teeth might crack, his carefully maintained facade crumbling


    away. He could barely breathe, his fury shaking with each exhale. Catching a glimpse of pity in Brielle’s


    eyes only added to his humiliation.


    Brielle, that damned bietch!


    He had lived as the Dorsey family’s eldest for years, only to be outdone by someone two decades his


    junior. It was a cruel joke.


    Max was a prodigy alright, but what right did he have to be the chosen sessor?


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    William’s countenance grew colder, bordering on murderous. He felt an almost uncontroble urge to


    strangle Brielle on the spot. To him, Brielle was nothing but an ant, easily crushed. underfoot. Yet she


    dared to provoke him in his own minefield.


    His lips pressed into a thin line. It was only by a sliver of remaining sanity that he didn’tsh out then


    and there. The storm in his eyes was brewing, and he finally forced himself to turn and walk to the


    waiting car.


    After he drove off, Brielle remained rooted to the spot. She wasn’t intended to provoke William, but she


    couldn’t just sit idly by with her life on the line.


    Her palms were sweaty, and she knew that had it been a secondter, she would be dead. The flower


    pot dropping from such a height was no ident; it was clear she wasn’t meant to


    survive.


    Avoiding William wasn’t an option; he already saw her as a thorn in his side and was eager to remove


    her.


    Once William was in the car, his internal turmoil continued. His grip tightened as he watched Brielle


    from a distance.


    Brielle felt as if a venomous snake was watching her, and only when the car was hundreds of meters


    away did that oppressive gaze vanish. Clutching her upset stomach, she frowned slightly. Was the


    confrontation causing her stomach issues to re up?


    She made her way to a nearby pharmacy by Pearl Estate, barely managing to request some antacids,


    but the pharmacist, noticing her pallor, asked the routine question.


    “Do you have period cramps? Do you usually take painkillers for it?”


    Brielle froze, her fingers tightening over her abdomen. Her period, it had been a while…


    Panic set in, and the pharmacist, mistaking her reaction for confirmation, reached for a box of


    ibuprofen. “If the pain’s that bad, take this,” he suggested.


    But Brielle’s eyes were fixed on the pregnancy tests behind him, her breath catching. She and Max


    hadn’t been careful, and now she was to me for forgetting something so critical.


    “I’ll take one of those,” she pointed, her voice betraying her unease.


    The pharmacist gave her a knowing look. “Youngdy, remember to use protection next time. It’s


    irresponsible not to, and if you are pregnant, what then if the man doesn’t step up? Just yesterday, I


    had a young guy, barely twenty, asking for abortion pills.”


    Feeling a heatwave envelop her body, Brielle grabbed the pregnancy test and hurried back to Pearl


    Estate. Once home, with the test in hand and theputer on the coffee table still. disying the news


    of Alivia’s return to the country, she felt utterly drained.