Chapter 696


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    The tide had turned so swiftly, and the evidence was so overwhelming it left the online crowd at a loss for words. The flood of


    information was just too much to process all at once.


    An hourter, Amelia was being raked over the coals online, enduring the vitriol previously directed at Brielle a hundredfold.


    Brielle, for her part, was unbothered by the chatter. She was touched by the official statement from Beaconsfield College, her


    atma mater. Without hesitation, she retweeted the post with a brief, heartfelt note-[Thank you, Beaconsfield College.]


    With that done, she continued to unveil her next move by sharing a court subpoena. [As for the nder and defamation Ms.


    Amelia has spread about me online, I''ve pressed charges, and the police are on it. You said you haven''t received a subpoena.


    Well, it’s been in my hands, waiting. As you wished, it’s now on its way to you.]


    Brielle’s series of updates came hard and fast, leaving Amelia reeling and defenseless. The evidence was irrefutable, nobody


    could use Brielle of ying dirty. And now, nobody dared to speak ill of her. After all, what was there to criticize?


    She hadn''t forgiven the fan who damaged her car, but her response had been reasonable-she wouldn''t be morally ckmailed


    by someone seeking a favor.


    Even Beaconsfield College stepped in to defend her, proudly disying her ster academic record, which left everyone in awe.


    Here was an outstanding woman, unfairly maligned as a viin, a slut. A true evildoer had masqueraded as an independent


    woman.


    The irony was not lost on anyone, and the college’s use of the phrase “mob mentality” seemed particrly apt in reminding the


    public of their misjudgment.


    What had escted into a fierce online battle by day had fizzled out by nightfall. It had begun with a bang and ended just as


    dramatically.


    Brielle had stayed with Tiffanie all day, not eating a thing, and was now overwhelmed by exhaustion. She rubbed her temples


    wearily and stood up. “It’s over. I’m going to check on Ster Stage Entertainment.”


    Tiffanie nodded, offering a reminder, “Take care of yourself. And while you’re focusing on Ster Stage Entertainment, don’t


    forget about your rtionship with Maxie. You came here for him, after all. Don’t lose sight of what’s important.”


    Brielle stiffened at the mention of Max, a bitter smile touching her lips. The day had brought her a resounding victory and even


    full control of Ster Stage Entertainment, yet she felt no joy. The reason was precisely what Tiffanie had pointed out-sess in


    her career but disappointment in love.


    “| know,” she replied.


    Tiffanie didn’t dwell on the subject. She trusted that Brielle, being smart, would know how to bnce her priorities.


    Descending to the ground floor, Brielle took a deep breath and coughed as the chilly night air caught her throat. She pulled out


    her phone


    and dialed Max''s number.


    No answer.


    She sent a message. No reply.


    Her eyes briefly reddened, and she sniffled. It wasn’t that she wanted to neglect Max. She was trying, but he was giving her the


    cold shoulder.


    Upon returning to Ster Stage Entertainment, her expression was still gloomy, a clear sign of her inner turmoil.


    Inside the building, a janitor was sweeping up broken ss. Brielle instructed a nearby worker, “Get someone to rece the


    window. Anything else that’s broken should be reced, too. Just get the budget from the finance department.”


    The name Brielle had be synonymous with resilience.


    “Will do, Ms. Haywood,” came the prompt response.


    Brielle nodded and made her way to the top floor. Donny’s eyes lit up at her arrival. “Ms. Haywood!”


    But after noticing Brielle’s somber mood, he quickly subdued his excitement. “Ms. Haywood, thank you.”


    She entered her office and inquired about everyone else.