Chapter 530


    But it wasn’t until muchter that Jaired woulde to understand the full extent of what Max had meant


    by his words that day.


    Time flew by, and the online chatter about Tessa hadn’t died down. Even those within their social circle


    were starting to specte about what was really going on.


    After Tessa’s rage hadnded her in the emergency room, she spent another restless night before she


    regained consciousness, still groggy and disoriented.


    The Rond n was in a state of utter chaos, ruing the decision to let Tessa confront Brielle on her


    own. If Brielle had been easy to handle, she wouldn’t have ousted Alivia and secured her ce at Max’s


    side.


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    As Tessa sluggishly came to, her eyes met the sterile white ceiling of the hospital room. When she


    recalled the news she’d seen before losing consciousness, the bitter taste of bile rose in her throat, and


    she nearly spat blood in frustration. Her eyes were swollen from crying, her heart filled with indignation.


    After all her efforts, it seemed everything had backfired.


    Andrew gripped her hand, his brow furrowed with worry. “I’ve managed to suppress the news online, but


    still, I’ll head over to the Rond estate to take care of you during this time,” he said.


    Tears resumed their path down Tessa’s cheeks. Why did it always seem that every encounter with Brielle


    left her on the losing end? Despite Brielle’sck of a significant background, how did she always manage


    to slip away unscathed?


    Hatred flooded Tessa’s gaze, but the blow she’d received served as a stark lesson–her usual tactics


    would no longer suffice against Brielle. She had to bide her time, to devise a n that would strike


    directly at Brielle’s heart.


    That afternoon, Tessa returned to the Rond estate, iming she needed half a month to recover from


    her ailment.


    Upon hearing of Tessa’s discharge, Brielle was in the middle of knitting a scarf at Premier Pce. She


    had been aware of the online news, which was still a hot topic of public debate. With Andrew’s assertive


    crackdown, the rumors appeared even more credible. After all, the public was like that–the more you


    tried to suppress them, the more they yearned to rise up in defiance.


    Although Tessa’s name had vanished from the headlines, she remained a topic of conversation, with


    people secretly scheming to stir up trouble again.


    At the moment, however, Brielle paid little heed to these matters. She had already set Mason to work on


    a n that would funnel the uingnd auction toward the Rond estate. A cash loss of several


    billion would be a massive blow to any sessfulpany.


    All she had to do was wait for the news. Her primary concern now was her own affairs. What would


    Michael want to discuss when she visited the Dorsey family?


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    Her knitting pace slowed as she took a sip of coffee from the table, then resumed her work on the scarf,


    determined to finish it as a New Year’s gift before the celebrations began.


    Fighting off sleepiness, Brielle spent the entire afternoon knitting.


    Come evening, she noticed several unmounted holiday decorations on the coffee table. The vi had


    none disyed, prompting her to ask Wesley about it.


    “Why are these decorations here not put up?”


    “Ms. Brielle, Mr. Max has never been one for these New Year customs. I bought them,” Wesley replied.


    It was such a significant asion, and yet Premier Pce remained unchanged. If it weren’t for Brielle,


    the ce would be even more deste. A pang of sympathy hit her. Had Max never truly experienced


    what it meant to celebrate the New Year?


    Most of the time, he was alone abroad, guarding against assassination attempts since childhood, with no


    time to savor the simple joys of life.


    She picked up the decorations, her face breaking into a smile. “Where’s thedder? Let’s get these up.”


    Wesley’s eyes lit up. He had prepared for the New Year before, especially when Max was expected to


    return home for the holidays. But Max never did and spent time in hotels or at the office instead.


    Tonight, with Ms. Brielle present, surely Max woulde home.


    In a flurry of activity, they fetched adder and affixed the decorations to the walls. An hourter, the


    entire Premier Pce was aglow with gaudy reds and greens–a stark contrast to the subdued elegance


    of the European–style architecture.


    Brielleughed at the sight. It was tacky, yes, but it was also filled with the warmth of tradition. She


    continued to sit in the living room, knitting the scarf, awaiting Max’s return for dinner. But by eight o’clock


    in the evening, there was still no sign of him. Instead, Patrick called.


    “Ms. Brielle, Mr. Max is tied up with matters tonight and won’t be returning,” he informed her. Brielle’s joy


    was instantly doused with cold disappointment. Max had been incredibly busy these past few days,


    coming and going at all hours, his actions a mystery to all.


    With her visit to the Dorsey family’s ancestral home looming on the next evening. Max’s absence tonight


    unsettled her.