Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 687

Chapter 687 

As Amelia’s fans swarmed around Brielle, lurking journalists were also in hot pursuit. Brielle’s license plate 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’s latest post. The post was almost laughable. 

Amelia had played 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, plain 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 play 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’s latest 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 internet 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 surveillance 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 glanced in the rearview mirror and asked, “Miss, where are you headed?” 

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Chapter way 

Belle was about to say the Premier Palace, 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 Palace would just mean being shackled to her computer again. 

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