Chapter 550


    ‘ this isn’t your doing, I’m going to call Ms. Haywood toe back.”


    Max remained silent, his gaze fixed on the string of ck beads as if in a trance. The gift he had given


    her with such gravity was casually tossed in the office drawer, forgotten eve as


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    she walked away


    His voice sunk, heavy with unspoken emotion. “Put it down, and leave.”


    Sydney caught the flicker of emotion in Max’s stoic face, and her lips curved into a sly smile.


    “By the way, when Ms. Haywood left today, she had a few words for me. She was the one who


    mentored me. She told me about Mr. Spencer bing the new director, and that he would like the


    outfit I’m wearing now. There’s been a lot of misunderstanding in the department about me, and people


    think I’m intentionally copying Ms. Haywood. But I’m not. I just wanted to catch Mr. Spencer’s eye. Ms.


    Haywood is even willing to help me out. I’ll have toe up to the executive floor regrly. I’m not


    sure how you feel about Ms. Haywood since she hit Mr. Spencer. I’m worried you might have some


    reservations about me as well, so I wanted to exin.


    “Mr. Dorsey, I’ll leave you now.”


    Her words were carefully crafted, leaving no room for doubt.


    Max’s focus remained on the rosary, his brows knitted with aggravation. Today was probably the worst


    day he’d had all year.


    Once the office door closed behind her, Sydney took a deep breath. The triumphant grin on her face


    said it all she had seeded. She ran her fingers through her hair and headed back to her department.


    Upon seeing the woman already waiting there, her smile faded, reced by a look of genuine worry.


    “Ms. Alivia.”


    Alivia was seated in the director’s chair, her eyes flickering with disdain as Sydney entered. “How did


    things go with the task I assigned you?”


    Sydney loathed Alivia but was under her thumb.


    “I repeated your instructions word for word, Ms. Alivia.”


    Alivia nodded. “Good job. But I advise you not to get any funny ideas. You know I can crush you as


    easily as stepping on an ant.”


    Michael had already informed her that Brielle had been transferred to anotherpany with chaotic


    management that would divide her attention. And if Brielle seeded, thatpany would be


    part of Alivia’s wedding gift. The thought of using Brielle’s hard work as a wedding gift was indeed


    satisfying to Alivia.


    Michael had hinted it was a good time for some subtle sabotage.


    The humiliating memory of that night in the private room was clear in her mind; she couldn’t


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    afford another rash mistake. She needed to y it slow and steady.


    Last night, she had sought out Spencer, convincing him to sneak into Brielle’s home at Pearl Estate to


    steal the rosary, but for some reason, Spencer seemed utterly defeated, a shell of


    his former self.


    Alivia had to expend a lot of energy to persuade him, and his current state was repulsive to her.


    Spencer reeked of smoke and alcohol. It was like he’d crawled out of a dumpster. His appearance was


    unkempt, his eyes murky, mumbling, “She won’te back, never will. Nothing matters anymore.”


    As a former ally, Alivia knew exactly what this meant. Spencer had lost his will to fight, and had given


    up any hope of winning Brielle back – a total waste, just as he had always been.


    –


    Disgust shed in Alivia’s eyes, but this ‘waste‘ had done one useful thing he had managed to steal


    Brielle’s rosary.


    Just as Michael had said, how strong could their love possibly be? The seeds of doubt were sown, and


    neither was the type to rify misunderstandings. Over time, this would lead to what psychologists call


    the ‘broken windows theory. If one window broke and no one fixed it, soon enough, other windows


    would inexplicably shatter. One misunderstanding would. lead to another, and before you know it, when


    all windows would break, could they withstand the cold winds that blow through?


    Brielle was someone who, when in love, was bold and unabashed, and when she hated, she was


    decisive and ruthless, unwilling to suffer fools dly. On the other hand, Max was


    suffer fools gl ustomed to action rather than exnation.


    The smirk in Alivia’s eyes deepened. She had to let Max find out that Brielle didn’t value the rosary as


    he did. His treasure was trivial to her.


    There would be many more such instances toe, and it remained to be seen how much Max could


    endure.