Chapter 512


    Alivia’s lips curved Into a sly smile as she reveled in the admiration that flowed her way. Every woman


    had her vanity, and Jaired’s words had restored the dignity she felt she had lost that


    evening.


    Among those seated, several harbored resentment towards Alivia for her typically haughty demeanor.


    Now, witnessing Jaired’s doting, almost groveling behavior, their grudges seemed to dete like a


    balloon. No one dared to cross the mighty Riddle family.


    Alivia sat tall and poised, remaining at the epicenter of the circle of societydies, basking in


    their envious stares.


    They all looked down on Brielle, thinking she was nothing more than a gold digger who hadtched


    onto a catch. Yet, they all envied her, for she seemed to have it all. With this thought, Alivia’s spirits


    lifted.


    Tonight was Jaired’s wee–back party, but it was also a casual get–together among friends, free


    from the usual pretense. The women chatted about wine, art, music, and travel.


    As the conversation grew animated and the mood was light, Brielle approached the group. The society


    ladies, who already held her in contempt, couldn’t help but sneer. Did this woman really think they had


    epted her?


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    Brielle hade near, searching for a seat, when Alivia stood up and took her hand with feigned


    closeness. “Brielle, you might not know everyone here. Let me introduce you. This is the darling of


    Summit Enterprises, and thisdy is the director of CoreTech Innovations. Next to her is the heiress of


    Prestige Hardware,” said Alivia warmly, making the introductions before turning to the others. “This is


    Max’s girlfriend, Brielle. It’s her first time here, so she might be a bit shy, but you’ll all get to know her


    soon enough.”


    Alivia’s face wore a smile, and beneath it, her mask of gentleness was firmly in ce.


    The introduceddies remained silent, their aloofness thickening the awkward air with a hint of tension.


    They refrained from causing trouble for Brielle out of respect for Max, but with him not. by her side,


    there was no need to feign politeness.


    Noticing theck of response, Alivia’s smile sharpened. She had made it a point to highlight the


    prestigious positions of the women present while reducing Brielle to simply ‘Max’s girlfriend.”


    Briellecked a notable family background, was recently fired from Dorsey International, and didn’t


    even have the title of director to her name anymore. Now, her identity was nothing more than Max’s


    girlfriend–a mere extension of a man.


    Triumph sparkled in Alivia’s eyes as she expected Brielle to feel humiliated, maybe even mortified, but


    Brielle scanned the seated women with a confident gaze, nodding slightly as if surveying her domain,


    before taking a seat.


    Alivia’s face darkened at her poise. Some of the otherdies were irked, too. Why should Brielle look at


    them that way, as if she were their equal?


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    One of them smirked and spoke up in Italian. “Alivia, why bother with her? Her presence is an insult to


    our status.”


    These women had been groomed in the finest institutions; speaking multiplenguages was second


    nature to them. The others were emboldened, knowing Brielle wouldn’t understand, and that even if


    sheined to Max, she’d have nothing to say.


    They joined in, still in Italian.


    “She’s nothing but a man–eater. She’ll be dumped sooner orter. I heard she was once a top student–


    so what? All her efforts can’tpare to us.”


    “I can’t fathom why she sticks around Max. He’s been elite since day one.”


    Alivia looked down, her lips curling into a smile, yet her face feigned sympathy for Brielle. “Brielle, you


    probably don’t understand, right? No worries, they’re just weing you in Italian.”


    The mockingdiesughed, feeling superior as they watched Brielle.


    Brielle brushed Alivia’s hand aside and chose a seat at the head of the table, responding in wless


    Italian, “Thank you all for the warm wee, but since we’re in Beaconsfield, let’s not unt our poor


    language skills, shall we?”


    The faces of the mockingdies stiffened, and Alivia’s expression flickered.


    Brielle leaned back, looking up at Alivia. “Is such a wee customary in Italy?”