Chapter 248

The moment he set foot out the door, Lillian, decked out in her best spy gear, trailed behind him like a shadow.

Meanwhile, Brielle hadn’t yet told Spencer where to meet, opting instead to call and gauge his level of suspicion. Finding that Spencer wasn’t on guard against her, she pondered for a moment before setting the rendezvous at the upscale Dorsey International Hotel for that evening. She had stayed there before; the security was tight, and she knew it was safe.

Brielle rested until the afternoon and, before heading to the hotel, she made a quick stop at the pharmacy to pick up some sleeping pills.

Having been engaged to Spencer for so many years, Brielle was well acquainted with his family. She knew how his father, Ryan, played the field, but when it came to his son, he was utterly devoted–after all, Spencer was his only child. Otherwise, with his ways, he would have dismissed Faith a long time ago.

After all, he was counting on his sole heir to secure a larger share of the family fortune from the old man. The importance of Spencer in the grand scheme of things was crystal clear.

With the sleeping pills in her purse, Brielle set out for the hotel.

What Brielle didn’t know was that Lillian had managed to contact Tessa and obtained Max’s phone number from her.

Lillian had only intended to try her luck and was surprised when Tessa provided the number without hesitation. A sly smile curled the corners of Lillian’s mouth as she sent an anonymous text to Max:

[Tonight, Brielle and Spencer will meet at the hotel under the Dorsey International banner.]

Max was still at the office working late when he received the message. He didn’t respond but didn’t block the number either, knowing the sender would probably continue to send more information.

After having a bowl of soup at Brielle’s place during the day, he hadn’t called a doctor to check on him, but he could feel that something was off. Normally, working overtime wouldn’t faze him, but today, his vision had started to blur since the afternoon.

Max shook his head, trying to clear it, and powered through the last of the paperwork. Patrick entered his office and, noting his pale complexion, couldn’t help but ask, “Sir, are you feeling alright?”

Max, rubbing his temples, replied with a hoarse voice. “Not so good.”

Patrick was about to call a private doctor, but Max waved him off. “It’s nothing serious, no need for a doctor.”

“But your complexion…”

“I said it’s fine.

14:29 Seeing his president’s determination, Patrick didn’t prèss further and handed him a glass of water instead.

Max took a sip of the water and pushed the signed documents forward.

Patrick took them and briefed him on the evening’s schedule, “Mr. Kenzo has arranged a meeting at Tequila Sunset. It seems to be about smoothing things over with Mr. Clements.”

Those two had become too estranged due to the Rowland family’s affairs, so Kenzo organized tonight’s gathering in the hope that the two could reconcile their differences.

Max got up, tiredly rubbing his forehead. “Then let’s go.”

Upon arriving at Tequila Sunset, the valet skillfully took the keys from Patrick.

As Max stepped into the lobby, his phone buzzed again with a new message–a photo of Brielle and Spencer.

Brielle and Spencer had managed to meet up, a late–night hotel rendezvous. Was Max not going to catch them in the act? Lillian sent the message with a thrill of excitement. Surely Max couldn’t be so forgiving as to tolerate Brielle’s infidelity?

She sneered. Brielle was truly blind to have a man as outstanding as Max and still seek thrills elsewhere. If Max were hers, she’d keep him under lock and key, never sparing another man a second glance.

Her gaze shifted to the two figures now meeting in the distance, her eyes flashing with venomous spite.

Brielle Had brought her to ruin, and tonight, Lillian was determined to repay the favor, bit by bitter bit.