Chapter 447


    Lately, Sydney had been growing increasingly irritated with her boyfriend to the point where she’d


    contemted breaking up with him several times. And every time she saw him busting his hump to


    save up for a modest suburban home, she couldn’t help but feel the irony. After all, she was sitting on a


    cool twenty million, a little secret she’d kept well hidden from him.


    The reason Sydney hadn’t called it quits wasplex. They’d met each other’s families, their


    hometowns were next to each other, and they’d known each other for years. But perhaps the most


    compelling reason was that her boyfriend’s family had paid for her college tuition.


    Sydney’s own background was nothing to write home about. She was from a family scraping by, and


    her boyfriend’s rtives had supported her entire education. They had covered all her tuition and living


    expenses. Her rtionship with her boyfriend was more a debt of gratitude than a passionate romance.


    Their physical rtionship had be as routine as toast and coffee for breakfastfortable but


    lacking zest.


    But Spencer was a different story. Being rich, handsome, and a wild card, Spencer knew how to turn


    any situation into an adventure. Take the penthouse bathroom they were in now–Sydney could hear the


    comings and goings of people beyond the walls. Spencer just mped a hand over her mouth. His


    control–his almost humiliating dominance–was addictive.


    She had a thing for men who took charge, and Spencer fit the bill.


    After having his way, Spencer began to clean up. Sydney was used to his cold indifference, so she


    proactively asked, “Mr. Dorsey, you didn’t really off Ms. Haywood, did you? I never signed on for


    murder.”


    Spencer nced at her, and that look froze her in ce. She’d seen him vulnerable in front of Brielle,


    but with her, he was untouchable, and she felt like a handmaid awaiting a royal favor.


    Swallowing hard, Sydney listened as he spoke. “Ever heard of walls having ears? You don’t need to


    worry about Brielle. That’s none of your business, and you’re not in a position to bring her up. Just keep


    an eye on her for me like I asked. You’ll get paid, but don’t expect anything. more. You’re just a trifle to


    me, nothingpared to even a fingertip of hers.”


    Feeling humiliated, Sydney’s face went pale. No woman could stand such an insult. What on earth was


    so special about Brielle? She was already pregnant and still on Spencer’s radar.


    Sydney trembled with rage but dared not defy him, meekly nodding her agreement.


    As Spencer headed for the door, he cast a backward nce. “If word about Brielle gets out, your won’t


    live to see another sunrise.”


    Sydney flinched, avoiding his gaze.


    Once it was quiet outside, she slumped onto the toilet, sweating with fury. Was she not pretty enough?


    Was her figure not sizzling enough? Why didn’t Spencer give her a second look?


    Chapter 447


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    Whenever she went out to dinner with her boyfriend, she could feel the gazes of other men on her, but


    with Spencer, it was like hitting a brick wall.


    Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing–it was her boyfriend. Instantly annoyed, she


    begrudgingly pressed the answer button. “What’s up? I’m swamped at work. Can we talkter?”


    “Syd, did you forget? It’s my birthday today. Let’s go out for dinner. I’ve booked a ce.”


    Whatever ce he could afford hardly seemed up to par. Sydney rolled her eyes; her massive bank


    bnce made her feel like he was beneath her.


    But with their families so intertwined, dumping him would tarnish her reputation. The hometown gossip


    mill would have a field day, and even her parents would face bacsh. In theirmunity, reputation


    was everything.


    She’d have to find another way to ditch him and, while she was at it, work on getting Spencer to


    fall for her.


    “I’ve got to workte tonight. We’ll talk about your birthday some other time. And you, what about your


    work? Aren’t you supposed to be saving for that house? I saw a nice one the other day.”


    “I know, but you only get one birthday a year. I was thinking-


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    Sydney cut him off mid–sentence. “What, and nobody else does? Can you stop being so sentimental?


    I’ve got to go.”


    Hanging up, she sneered inwardly. The thought of going back to him, possibly to have sex with her


    boyfriend, filled her with restlessness and annoyance.