Chapter 667


    Aubree’s face turned ashen in an instant. She hurriedly pushed open the doors of the private booth and


    made her way to the restroom in the hallway, where she leaned over the sink and began to vomit until


    her eyes reddened.


    The guy hadn’t expected such a reaction and felt a flush of embarrassment that only subsided when


    Brielle produced a credit card aspensation, prompting the


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    disgruntled group to leave willingly.


    The booth was thick with the scent of alcohol and perfume, yet Ricardo’s senses honed in on the


    faintest trace of blood amidst it all. He nced toward Dustin, whose silhouette was obscured by the


    shadows, revealing only a hand clutching an unlit cigarette–a concession to the enclosed space and


    the presence of ady.


    Brielle made to stand and check on Aubree, but Ricardo held her back. “Ms. Haywood, let


    her be for a moment.”


    Aubree had braced herself for tonight’s ordeal yet still found herself overwhelmed. She’s probably


    feeling upset right now.


    Reluctantly, Brielle sat back down.


    Dustin hade tonight to inquire about the Sunflower Children’s Home, having heard that Brielle had


    grown up there. Their investigation had led them only as far as that orphanage before hitting a dead


    end. The trail was deliberately erased.


    The Lynch family had spent years mingling in North American high society, rubbing shoulders with the


    offspring of the wealthy and influential and securing their top–tier status. Yet, their domestic influence


    paled inparison to the old–money dynasties.


    Dustin had already partnered with the Clements family, but even they could only dig up leads pertaining


    to the orphanage.


    Tonight Dustin had learned that Brielle had undergone a DNA test, which had ruled out the possibility of


    her being the missing sister in Dustin’s family.


    The orphanage’s records were iplete. They were historically managed by the enigmatic director


    Mark, and a fire had destroyed much of the documentation. The new director of the Sunflower


    Children’s Home was clueless about past procedures, and Mark had vanished without a trace.mThe


    mystery deepened.


    Dustin’s questions weren’t limited to the orphanage. He was also interested in Mark. Investigations into


    Mark painted him as an unremarkable retiree, divorced, and out of the spotlight.


    Dustin hadn’t initially suspected anything amiss about Mark until the Clements family’s inquiry into his


    ex–wife hit a dead end. A divorce was one thing, but herplete disappearance was another. Either


    she had gone off–grid to a ce where no digital


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    footprint was required, or someone had meticulously altered both Mark and his ex–wife’s


    identities.


    The one person who had frequent interactions with Mark was none other than Brielle. Dustin couldn’t


    fathom the coincidence, even warming to the thought of it.


    Noting Brielle’s distraction, Dustin chose not to broach the subject but instead presented her with gift


    boxes. “Bri, this is for you.”


    Brielle, pulled from her reverie by his words, focused on the gift boxes before her.


    Not one, but two.


    Dustin was a gentleman. He would never leave ady giftless, especially when meeting two. If Aubree


    were present, she wouldn’t feel slighted.


    “Go on, open it.”


    Dustin had given many gifts before, but presenting something to Brielle felt different, special somehow.


    Brielle unwrapped the gift to reveal a diamond that nearly blinded her with its brilliance. “Mr. Lynch?”


    The diamond was easily worth millions, its purity unmatched, and its cut was the work of a master.


    Infinity Brilliance, the global diamond authority, would never offer anything but the exquisite.


    “It’s too valuable, I can’t ept this.”


    “Keep it. Aubree has one, too.”


    Dustin’s tone was nonchnt, the unlit cigarette still between his fingers. Brielle felt less inclined to


    refuse and resolved to return the favor with a gift of her own at some point. “Alright, thank you, Mr.


    Lynch.”


    Dustin chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “We’ve got bigger ones at home. If you ever travel abroad with me,


    you can toss these away.”


    Brielle’s lips twitched in a half–smile. The world of the wealthy was beyond her imagination. “I heard


    Infinity Brilliance owns a private jet decked out in diamonds?” She had read about it in the news, finding


    it outrageous, but with the way Dustin casually spoke about diamonds, it seemed usible.


    “Yeah, grandma always said girls love sparkly things. She wanted to use that jet to pick up my sister


    when she finally came home. But, it’s never been used.”


    His sister was still missing.