Chapter 425


    “Mr. Spencer, I really can’t do it,” she whispered, her voiceced with a fear she couldn’t disguise.


    Having been around the block at thepany, she knew that Brielle had some serious moxie. Brielle


    was brazen enough to stand up to Spencer and even gave Mr. Ryan a piece of her mind in front of


    everyone. No one was spared her boldness.


    Sydney was just a regr Joe in thepany, a nobody. Crossing someone like Spencer was akin to


    signing your own death warrant without even knowing it. Although because ofst night’s incident, her


    resentment towards Brielle simmered beneath the surface.


    Spencer’s eyebrow arched, his whole demeanor screaming devil–may–care. He had always sailed


    through life on easy street, except for the asional setbacks with Brielle. “You have a boyfriend, don’t


    you?” he prodded with a wry grin.


    Sydney’s face turned as pale as a ghost. Of course, she had a boyfriend, and they were on the verge


    of discussing their wedding bells. But she couldn’t bring herself to reveal the previous night’s events to


    him; after all, they were both regr folks.


    Spencer leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, “The paycheck from Dorsey


    International isn’t too shabby, but if you’re looking to buy a house on your own, it’s like climbing


    Everest. Help me out, though, and things change. Look, one romp with me, and I’ve already thrown ten


    mil your way. Keep me happy, and who knows how much more you’ll pocket.”


    Sydney’s gaze dropped, tasting the bitterness in her mouth. Harsh as Spencer’s words were, they were


    steeped in truth.


    Beaconsfield was prime real estate, and with both her and her boyfriend’s sries, they’d be scrimping


    and saving for ages just to make a down payment. But Spencer could cover that with a mere flick of his


    wrist.


    She had to admit that her moralpass was spinning out of control, which was why she hadn’t


    thrown his despised check back in his facest night.


    Spencer’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “Just keep tabs on Brielle for me. I want to know every little


    thing. Got it?”


    Sydney caved in, nodding slowly.


    Pleased, Spencer waited outside for Brielle while Sydney took her ce in the conference room. Only


    upon arrival did she learn the dreaded meeting was scrapped, forcing her to trudge back to the


    president’s office.


    Brielle was just stepping out when she spotted Spencer still lurking. Her brow crinkled in


    annoyance.


    Without missing a beat, Spencer shadowed Brielle. “Alivia called me. She’s getting hitched to


    Chapter 425


    Uncle Max. She asked if he had a soft spot for anyone, but Max kept mum. Brielle, are you really going


    to keep pining for him?”


    Brielle halted, unsure of what game Spencer was ying now. If he loathed her so much, why not keep


    his distance? Yet, here he was, again, spewing his venom.


    Sydney, trailing not far behind, felt a surge of indignation. Justst night, Spencer had been with her,


    but it seemed like he had already forgotten her taste and was fixated only on Brielle.


    Biting back her anger, Sydney clenched her teeth and stayed silent.


    Spencer followed Brielle right to the private elevator. “Brielle, I’m talking to you.”


    Without hesitation, Brielle yanked Sydney inside and hit the close button.


    Spencer didn’t pursue Brielle; if Max were destined to be with Alivia, there would be other opportunities


    for him to pursue her.


    Somehow, being consistently rebuffed by Brielle seemed to satisfy some twisted part of him. Still, he’d


    be over the moon if Brielle ever gave in to spending a night with him.


    Inside the elevator, Brielle massaged her temples and noticed Sydney’s unusual silence, prompting her


    to speak up. “Did he give you a hard time?”


    Startled, Sydney shook like a leaf, but quickly shook her head.


    “Spencer’s been a bit off the railstely. Ignore him. I’ll talk to HR and make you my assistant.”


    A shadow passed through Sydney’s eyes, but when she looked up again, her fa?ade of innocence was


    restored. “Ms. Haywood, are you heading home now?”


    “Yeah, I need to grab some files.”


    “Mind if I tag along?”


    Brielle considered. If Sydney were to be her assistant, she might as well know where she lived for


    urgent document retrieval.


    “Sure.”


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    Sydney exhaled a sigh of relief, surprised at how easy it was to get close to Brielle.


    Soon, they arrived at thevish Pearl Estate. Sydney’s eyes widened in shock at the sight of such a


    well–secured and luxurious home. All this time, she thought Brielle was strapped for cash, yet here she


    was, living in high cotton!


    At that moment, a thick wave of envy washed over Sydney.