Chapter 687


    As Amelia’s fans swarmed around Brielle, lurking journalists were also in hot pursuit. Brielle’s license


    te had been leaked online long ago, and in this age of information, there were few secrets left. The


    route to Dorsey International had been a gauntlet of seemingly endless traffic, with countless eyes


    peering from behind steering wheels, tracking her every move. Now that Brielle was alone, the more


    zealous followers saw their chance to confront her. They were practically frothing at the mouth with the


    opportunity to tear


    her to pieces.


    Brielle wondered what Amelia had posted online to set off such extreme behavior among her


    supporters. She was unable to get to her car, no she had no choice but to retront back into the lobby of


    Dorsey International. Security at Dorsey International was tight, and they weren’t about to let this mob


    inside.


    As she sat in the lobby, a receptionist quickly brought over a cup of coffee. Brielle murmured thanks as


    she watched the fans outside lose their minds, arguing with the security guards.


    She rubbed her temples and finally took a moment to check out Amelia’stest post. The post was


    almostughable.


    Amelia had yed her cards right, releasing her own depression diagnosis and several photos of


    alleged domestic abuse.


    John hadn’t abused her, so those photos must have been staged with makeup – a smear campaign,


    in and simple. Brielle hadn’t pegged Amelia for having such cunning.


    Amelia was now woman scorned and depressed, standing strong after divorce who wouldn’t


    sympathize with that?


    Amelia knew the entertainment industry and how to y the media like a fiddle. In this era, public


    opinion was a powerful current, sweeping people along in its tide, ready to strike at whomever it was


    directed against. Amelia had mastered the art of killing with a borrowed knife.


    Amelia’stest post didn’t outright name Brielle, but the insinuation was clear at the end.


    [Since my divorce, I’ve been trying to escape the shadows of that time. I thought John would disappear


    from my world, but he’s back. I’ll continue my treatment, and you don’t have to worry. Through my


    personal experience, I want to advise all single women out there not to get too close to men and not


    pity them. Instead, let’s focus on bettering ourselves, or we’ll just end up jealous and fighting over a


    man who’s not worth it during our best years.]


    The post was somehow a hit online. The final sentence was a jab at Brielle, suggesting she was


    causing trouble over jealousy about John.


    The outrage on the inte was palpable they wanted nothing more than to confront B her.


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    Brielle’s car was now out of the question, and she could only watch as the fans attacked it like lunatics.


    She reported the incident with practiced ease, confident that the surveince cameras would reveal the


    culprits who would be footing the bill for damages.


    She took a mask from the receptionist, slipped out through a side exit, and hailed a cab. But as the taxi


    wove through the streets, she found herself unsure of her destination.


    The driver nced in the rearview mirror and asked, “Miss, where are you headed?”


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    Belle was about to say the Premier Pce, but something made her pause, a bitter taste forming at the


    thought the had a meeting with Mason that evening to discuss Book, and heading to Premier Pce


    would just mean being shackled to herputer again.


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    Robben her thed eyes, she made her decision. “Pearl Estate, please.”


    As she looked at the angry crowd outside, her eyes momentarily clouded with doubt before a chill


    passed through them, the tested Tiffanie to hold off on any action.


    ane replied quickly. Why? Amelia’s already sed her fans on you. If one of them gets extreme, you


    could get hurt)


    et the media stom rage brew a bit longer. The wilder the fans get now, the more devastated they’ll be


    when the truthes out. The woman they idolize ims to shun men and stand strong but actually


    looks for malepany every other night. Let’s wall two more days. The media frenzy will peak, and


    then release the video. Amelia will fall hard.]


    Meanwhile, Amelia sat in a private café across from the long–absent Alivia. Alivia stirred her coffee


    gently, a picture of delicate grace.


    Amelia was almost obsequious in her politeness. “Ms. Alivia, look, the inte is tearing Brielle apart. I


    heard her car got wrecked, too,”


    Alivia didn’t need to lift a finger against Brielle. Ultimately, Michael had promised that no matter what


    Brielle achieved, she would never be a part of the Dorsey family.


    Michael had shared a secret with her, one that was enough to keep her content to watch from the


    sidelines. With Annie still pushing hard, all Alivia had to do was stir the pot a little more, and Brielle


    would crumble under the pressure.