Chapter 437
Sydney was clueless about Spencer’s ns, but the sight of an extra two million in her ount made
her lips curl into a smile. Her heart had been thoroughly corroded by wealth, rusted, and stripped of its
original color.
Yet, people seldom realized their own downfall.
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Clutching the documents, Sydney waited for Spencer in the underground parking lot of Dorsey
International. Soon enough, Spencer rolled up in his multimillion–dor sports car.
Sydney had seen luxe rides before, but this was her first time sitting in one. As the sleek vehicle pulled
up in front of her, her heart rate soared, pounding with excitement.
Spencer, however, barely gave her a nce. His voice was chilly as hemanded, “Get in.”
e was all
Sydney chafed at the cold treatment. When Spencer had been desperate for her, he urgent and warm.
That’s right. Back then, he thought Sydney was Brielle. All that tenderness was for Brielle. But it was
Sydney who had slept with him, not Brielle.
Sydney suppressed her inner resentment. Everyone has a tendency topare, especially women,
and thisparison can be more intense in certain areas. This wasn’t a slight against women; it
was just like saying women cared more about appearances than men–it was stating a fact.
Sydney slid into the car, instantly enveloped by the sensation of being surrounded by riches. It was a
comfort, like stepping into paradise for a moment.
If something were to happen between her and Spencer in this car, would she be the heroine of
those romance novels? The thought made Sydney’s heart race even more.
She sneaked a peek at Spencer, but his eyes were dark, showing no hint of such intentions. Sydney
felt a wave of shame and even indignation. Was she truly so unappealing?
Unable to resist, she reached out, her hand boldly suggesting her desire. But Spencer was resolutely
indifferent, preupied with how to deal with Brielle’s pregnancy. His warning was icy. “Get your hand
away from me!”
Sydney felt the sting of humiliation as if herst shred of dignity had been stripped away. Her body
flushed with heat. She knew his mind was on Brielle, so what was she even doing? It was nothing short
of self–humiliation.
“Mr. Spencer, I didn’t mean to, I apologize.”
“Ha, don’t think you’re special just because I’ve been with you once. There have been many before
you. If you weren’t Brielle’s assistant, I wouldn’t give you a second look, got that?”
Sydney’s nails dug into her palms. Was this the stark difference between men’s behavior in bed and
out? Damn it, it all came back to Brielle. Because of Brielle, Sydney was subjected to this
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shame!
Sydney inhaled deeply, managing a thin smile. “I understand. I overstepped.”
Money was more important, and without a doubt, if this man couldn’t have Brielle, he would eventually
come looking for Sydney.
As Sydney lowered her gaze, she had to admit that the Dorsey family had astonishingly good looks.
After being with Spencer twice, her own in–Jane boyfriend seemed utterly nd. Their life together
was like a still pond, utterlycking in ripples.
Spencer might’ve been a brute, but he had introduced her to a world of thrilling indulgence.
When the car passed a popr diner, Sydney hopped out to grab soup and some light side dishes–just
as Brielle had requested.
Once back in the car, she watched Spencer take out a small vial containing a liquid. He unscrewed the
cap and poured the substance into the soup. The clear liquid blended seamlessly with the soup,
leaving only its appetizing aroma, nothing else detectable.
Though not a fan of Brielle, Sydney wasn’t looking to make a killer move. “Mr. Spencer, you’re not
trying to poison Brielle, are you?”
Spencer looked up, and his face twisted in a manic grin. “Of course not. It’s just a little
something to make her more…pliant. Pretend you know nothing, but make sure she eats it all. Call
me when she passes out.”