Chapter 368

Online opinions were a mixed bag, with some rallying behind Brielle, but the majority were against her.

“What a pretender! The true colors of these capitalists are just hideous.”

“Is a human life so worthless in her eyes?”

“She’s just so smug. So what if she was the valedictorian? People change.”

The live stream continued unabated. Brielle stood beside the police, responding to questions with a mix of humility and pride. Especially noteworthy was Brielle’s composure amidst the cacophony of sobs.

Coupled with her striking presence, the number of viewers on the live stream skyrocketed.

Unaware of the live broadcast, Brielle finished recounting the afternoon’s events and followed behind the officers.

Simon wasn’t about to let her off the hook that easily. He grabbed a chair, intending to hurl it at her.

“Give me back my daughter! You’re not going anywhere!”

The police sprang into action, blocking Simon with stern resolve. “Mr. Simon, the autopsy report for Miss Sarah hasn’t been released yet. Ms. Brielle is a suspect, but we need the investigation to conclude before any judgments are made.”

Simon, red–faced with rage, nearly poked the officer in the face as he spat out his words. “You’re clearly in cahoots with her. She must’ve bribed you, or maybe Dorsey International did! Get out of my way, all of you! I want her to pay for what she’s done!”

Brielle frowned, spotting a glimmer of greed in the depths of Simon’s eyes and suspecting he was being manipulated. She ran through the possibilities in her mind but couldn’t pinpoint the puppet master.

That was until Spencer walked in.

He looked from the officers to Brielle, perplexed. “What’s going on here?”

An employee quickly filled him in on the whole story. Spencer sneered inwardly, seeing this as Brielle’s comeuppance, his gaze settling on her. “I never thought you’d do something like this.”

His words brought an eerie silence to the room, and even the live stream viewership spiked as they speculated about Spencer’s role.

When Simon saw Spencer, a glint of cunning flashed in his eyes. He pushed through the crowd and fell to his knees before him. “Mr. Spencer, you must seek justice for my daughter. How can someone like Brielle remain at the company? She must be locked up and face the law. Surely. Dorsey International won’t shield someone like her, right?”

Spencer looked up, his eyes brimming with resentment as he let out a cold laugh. “Indeed, a murderer should be behind bars.”

11:01 With Spencer joining the fray, those condemning Brielle grew in numbers. Whispers spread among the onlookers. Spencer’s pursuit of Brielle was well–known, but now, in such a short span, he seemed to have turned against her entirely.

Brielle watched Spencer’s act with quiet scrutiny, unsettling him with her gaze, as if to suggest she’d never esteemed him, and that she’d aimed for Max from the start, climbing into his bed.

He felt like a stepping stone, used and discarded by this vile woman! Internally, he cursed her a thousand times over, his eyes bloodshot. “Brielle, have you nothing to say?”

In Spencer’s mind, Brielle was cornered, with no one to turn to but him. If she asked for help, he wasn’t entirely unwilling. He might forgive her indiscretions if she would stay by his side and be a plaything for his whims.

Fate seemed to favor him–Brielle had become embroiled in a murder at such a crucial time.

Brielle lifted her head, cutting through Spencer’s sordid thoughts. “Has the police determined I’m a murderer?”

She directed her question at the officers. The officer shook his head, naturally taking over the conversation. “Ms. Brielle, please come with us to give your statement.”

Brielle then turned to Spencer, a faint smile on her lips. “Even if you slander me and turn everyone against me, I will never yield to your advances. I don’t want a man who cheats so freely. It seems the executive decision to have me take over your position was the right one. A director’s role is no place for someone swayed by hearsay, who was unable to separate personal from professional.”

Her words caused a stir. The live stream chat exploded.

“What’s going on? This guy’s name is Spencer, Brielle’s ex–fiancé, and she took over his position.”

“This Spencer guy cheated, and now he’s harassing his ex–fiancé, using this incident to isolate her, and forcing her to ask for his help. How devious!”

“Brielle got her position by sleeping her way to the top? Disgusting!”

“Dorsey International is a Dorsey family business. As Spencer’s ex, Brielle even took over his role, which means she must have outmaneuvered the Dorsey family’s own to get there. How does that translate to sleeping her way to the top?”