Chapter 426


    She had to admit that Brielle had some chops, but everything she had now must’ve been thanks to


    Spencer, right?


    The fastest way to make money in this world, it seemed, was to sell your body.


    Brielle didn’t notice the edge in Sydney’s tone, simply assuming she felt under the weather. After


    saying a quick word to the security guard at the entrance–who was quite familiar with her–Sydney was


    let in without issue.


    Reaching her front door, Brielle fished out her keys and unlocked it.


    Sydney’s face subtly changed upon seeing the exquisite interior. The house itself was already worth a


    pretty penny, yet the decor seemed even more expensive, as if every breath wasced with the scent


    of money.


    Even though she worked at Dorsey International, Sydney had always yed by the rules. Apart from a


    likable personality, there was nothing extraordinary about her. Most of her colleagues were graduates


    from reputable universities, but those who actually belonged to the affluent circles were few and far


    between. Having a ce of your own in Beaconsfield was considered


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    quite the achievement.


    And here was Brielle, living alone in such a beautiful home. How many years would she and her


    boyfriend have to work without indulging in any pleasures to afford a ce like this?


    Sydney couldn’t help but nce at the shoe rack, where a few pairs of men’s shoes were stored.


    Those were for Max since he asionally stopped by.


    Casting a few surreptitious nces, Sydney feigned nonchnce and asked, “Ms. Haywood, do you


    live in this big ce all by yourself?”


    Brielle didn’t pick up on the insinuation and wasn’t one to spread details about her private life.


    “Yeah.”


    A hint of scorn shed through Sydney’s eyes. So, Brielle was living alone. The men’s shoes in the


    foyer–if not Spencer’s, then whose?


    A fuck buddy, perhaps?


    With that thought, the disdain in Sydney’s gaze deepened. She had pegged Brielle for a straightced


    type, not expecting her private life to be so messy. She was remembering how Spencer and Noah had


    been doggedly pursuing Brielle, and a wave of jealousy washed over Sydney.


    The money for the house must havee from those two true trust–fund kids, right? If that was the


    case, why did Brielle y so hard to get?


    Sydney masked her expression as she watched Brielle walk over to the coffee table on the sofa and


    start reviewing documents with great concentration.


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    Chapter 426


    Brielle thought too highly of Sydney to suspect thatst night’s events could have so dramatically


    altered her perception. As Brielle mulled over whether to make changes to one of the forms on the


    table, Sydney probed further. “Ms. Haywood, may I use your restroom?”


    Without much thought, Brielle gestured towards the bathroom.


    Sydney made her way there, her peripheral vision not missing a chance to take in the house’s decor.


    The more she saw, the more her heart ached.


    Every detail was perfect. Although she wasn’t friends with any designers, her past daydreams of buying


    a house with her boyfriend had led her to peruse many designer portfolios. Yet none had struck her


    quite like this.


    There’s a saying in this world: beggars don’t envy millionaires because that life is too far out of reach.


    But they did envy other beggars who made a bit more than they did. Have you ever seen. the rich


    resent wealth? In the end, it was theck of money that bred resentment.


    Everyone in Sydney’s usual circles was more or less on the same level. If someone had a bit of extra


    cash, it certainly wasn’t enough to afford a house like this one. And since Brielle had never mentioned


    a mortgage, it seemed she had paid in full.


    Sydney looked at her reflection in the mirror, taking a deep breath topose herself before facing


    Brielle again. If she could cash in on this information, why wouldn’t she? No one everined about


    having too much money.


    She sshed her face with cold water from the tap, identally knocking her ck hairpin to the floor.


    Bending down to retrieve it, her hand stumbled upon something else–a pregnancy test.


    Sydney wasn’t naive; she knew exactly what it was and had used one herself before.


    There were two lines on it. This was Brielle’s room; it couldn’t belong to anyone else.


    A surge of triumph shed in Sydney’s eyes, her lips curling up in delight. Brielle was pregnant, and


    Sydney was probably the first to know.


    Sydney wrapped the pregnancy test in a tissue and stashed it in her purse. After washing her hands


    once more, she headed back out to face Brielle.