Chapter 685


    After thelle Boished speaking, she watched as he picked up his hot from the ground and ced it on


    his head this loup was more pronounced as he started to leave.


    Youre not seekingpensation, but if anything else goes wrong with your foot, don’te crying to


    me she called after him.


    Spencet paused, feeling pain searing through his whole body, and tears suddenly sprang to his eyes as


    he but his lips hand. “Get lost i don’t want your money, he spat out bitterly.


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    tuelle was taken aback by his prideful outburst. If that was how he wanted it, then she wouldn’t insist on


    INIVING


    Not far from where held started walking off, Spencer’s pain became too much, and he sat down on the


    corb His ankle was swollen, and other injuries were beginning to throb.


    Sweat beaded on his forehead, and as he saw Brielle’s car turn down a side road, his eyes reddened


    with emotion. It only he hadn’t gotten involved with Lillian and had realized from the start that it was


    Brielle he liked, he might not have made so many foolish mistakes.


    It was toote to have regrets now.


    Just like she had said once, if he wasn’t a Dorsey scion, he probably would never have been able to be


    in her orbit. She had climbed her way to the top, bing the CEO of Ster Stage Entertainment,


    swiftly reorganizing thepany’s corrupt core, andmanding respect from everyone.


    Such a radiant figure should have been his wife.


    Spencer’s tears flowed more freely as he wiped them away awkwardly, gathered the strength to pick up


    his case, and headed into the studio.


    Meanwhile, Brielle’s car was at a crossroads. She nced at her phone–no messages, no missed


    calls. Her heart felt empty as she waited for the green light, then decisively drove towards Dorsey


    International. He should be awake by now, right?


    All she wanted was ten minutes to talk, particrly about the situation with Annie.


    In the rearview mirror, Brielle caught a glimpse of Spencer’s hobbling figure, and her expression


    darkened. She had to admit that Michael Dorsey yed hardball, ousting Spencer from the family


    without a penny to his name. Even with his grandson injured like that, Michael didn’t bother to check in,


    seemingly content to let Spencer fend for himself.


    Brielle knew this wasn’t her fight, but it left a chill in her heart all the same. If Michael could be th


    ruthless with Spencer, he wouldn’t spare Max either when the day Max wouldpletely disappoi


    really came.


    Brielle gripped the steering wheel tightly. She didn’t realize that the atmosphere at Dorsey


    International’s top floor was one of brooding silence.


    Patrick had tried calling her several times, but each attempt was met with a disconnection. It wasn’t that


    no one answered. The calls were intentionally cut off.


    He sneaked a nce at Max, murmuring cautiously, “Perhaps Ms. Brielle is just preupied.”


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    Max’s lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes eventually revealed a trace of scorn. Was she too


    busy to take a single phone call?


    Amidst the silence, Patrick’s phone rang. His face brightened, hoping it was Brielle. Instead, it was from


    the sanitorium. He dared not meet Max’s gaze as he answered the call. After a brief conversation with


    the doctor, Patrick hung up.


    Max could no longer sit still and stood up to leave. Patrick hurriedly followed, not daring to ask where


    they were going


    Max’s presence was chilling, his usual warmth fading back into the persona of the impassive CEO of


    Dorsey International.


    Desperate to break the ice, Patrick sought another topic. “Sir, we’ve located the hacker who attacked


    the Beaconsfieldwork. He’s been on the World Cyber Center’s wanted list for a while. He’s


    notorious forunching attacks overseas and is listed as a top enemy. But no one knows what he looks


    like. Ever since his first offense, he’s never slipped up. Remember the data chaos on Wall Street? That


    was his doing. His identity is always changing; no one can pin him down.”


    In an age where the inte reigned supreme, a top hacker could orchestrate events from behind a


    screen, never needing to show his face. For years, he had stayed well–hidden. Perhaps he was even


    close by, yet nobody knew he was a wanted fugitive.


    Patrick talked at length, only to notice Max staring out the window, lost in thought, his hair hanging


    forlornly.


    The golden boy of Infinity Brilliance had a luster to his sadness, but Max’s was quiet and colorless. His


    gaze was fixed on the outside world, lost in his thoughts.


    Patrick suddenly regretted the conversation, feeling a sour twist in his heart. Maybe, he thought, the


    CEO shouldn’t be with Brielle..


    Ms. Brielle just wasn’t the right match for him.