Chapter 471

Aubree’s eyes flickered in disbelief as she gazed at Alivia. It was only now that she realized. beneath Alivia’s gentle facade lurked a darkness so vile it almost made her gag.

Alivia saw no reason to hide her true self in front of Brielle’s friends. To her, their fear was an advantage. She let out a soft chuckle, delicately straightening Aubree’s collar. “Poor Briette’s probably been tossed around like a rag doll by now. Even if she gets out, Max won’t give her a second glance.

Why else would he ignore your calls? He finds it repulsive. Miss Aubree, I guess I’ll be heading up then.”

Rooted to the spot, Aubree heard Alivia’s smug voice trailing off. “Even if you wanted to go see her. I doubt you could. Michael has used the Dorsey family’s influence to seal that place tight. Not even a fly could get in. Such a pity.”

That bitch!

Aubree trembled with rage, yet felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

She had grown up in this world and knew too well the sway Alivia held among the elite. If Alivial wanted to make Brielle’s life miserable, she could do it with a snap of her fingers.

Adding the Dorsey family into the mix, and Max no longer caring about Brielle, who was there to save her friend?

Desperate and furious, Aubree stormed out of Dorsey Tower, tears streaming down her face.

Aubree rarely cried, not even when Andrew had tormented her to the brink of death. She was a rose with thorns, while Brielle was a verdant leaf touched by frost. Yet, both had been unlucky in love.

Feeling helpless, Aubree stood on the sidewalk, wiping away her tears with a trembling hand. A sleek sports car pulled up in front of her, and the window rolled down to reveal Dustin’s face.

Dustin still had that stunning look – eyes as charming as a spring breeze, a smile brimming with warmth. “Aren’t you Andrew’s little sister? What’s got you crying on the sidewalk, lost your way?”

Ignoring his teasing. Aubree focused on the face that seemed like a savior, looking more. handsome than ever. Quickly wiping her eyes, she tapped on the door. “Mr. Lynch.”

Dustin wasn’t one to leave a lady crying on the street. He unlocked the car, and Aubree climbed in, sniffling. “I always knew you were one of the good ones, Mr. Lynch. Bri’s blind for not seeing it.”

Dustin chuckled, pulling out a few tissues and handing them to her. “Dry those tears. Are you looking for your brother?”

The car started moving. Dustin’s hands were steady on the wheel, his posture a mix of composure and casual ease.

“That jerk Max is ditching Bri.” She said it deliberately, aiming to gauge Dustin’s reaction. If he cared for Brielle, then he might just be the help sent from above.

“Whoal”

The car stopped abruptly, Dustin turned, his face a picture of shock – definitely not feigned. “Has Max gone blind? He’s really giving up on little Bri?”

Aubree’s eyes welled up again. “Yeah, Alivia has even arranged for Bri to be tormented in jail. The Dorsey family is putting pressure on them so no one can visit. I’m so worried about Bri.”

“Which jail?”

“The one down on South Road.”

Aubree answered quickly, watching as Dustin picked up his phone, dialing a number without hesitation.

“Mr. King, it’s me, Dustin.”

“Dustin? When you call, it’s rarely good news. What do you need this time?”

“Actually, I just rushed back from abroad to toast to your promotion, Uncle. I’ve got some fine wine in the car; I’ll swing by later.”

“Cut the crap, Dustin. What’s the real reason for your call?”

“The South Road jail. I need to see a friend, but I heard the Dorsey family’s been leaning on it?”

“That jail, huh? It’s been buzzing lately. Not just the Dorsey’s, but the Riddle family has made some moves too. Who’s this friend, Dustin? Your girlfriend?”

“Come on, you’re the man in Beaconsfield. Surely, this isn’t beyond you?”

Dustin’s face held a smile, but his eyes were serious. He wasn’t up to speed with Beaconsfield’s power plays but knew the Riddle family usually stayed out of such affairs. Why were they involved now?

“Don’t tease me, kid. If you need to go, go now.”

Dustin grinned, flooring the accelerator, his hand firmly on the wheel.

Thanks. And could you find out why the Riddle family’s getting involved?”

“Just don’t forget my wine.”

Dustin agreed readily, hanging up and tossing his phone onto the back seat.