Chapter 73

On the other side, Lillian had been restless since she got into the car, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, looking like she was bursting with something to say.

Cameron couldn’t resist her troubled look and gently prodded, “What’s wrong?”

With a bitten lip, Lillian voiced her nagging question, “Cameron, what did you mean about Aubree and Andrew?” Curiosity was killing her. If it was really as she thought, then what right did Aubree, the woman who hooked up with her own brother, have to boast in front of her? Lillian was determined to spread the word, to have the prestigious Clements family drag Aubree back for a grilling.

A sneer flickered in Lillian’s eyes as she thought of Aubree – another so–called debutante who, behind closed doors, was nothing but a slut. Just like Brielle, that shameless woman who’d throw herself at any man.

Her heart blazed with triumph, feeling like she already had them under her heel.

“Cameron, I’m just curious, please tell me?” Her voice softened, her fingers lightly tugging at Cameron’s sleeve.

Cameron caved, as expected. “It was something I stumbled upon by chance. I was staying at a hotel on a business trip and happened to see them there.”

“But that doesn’t necessarily mean they have that kind of relationship, right?” Lillian was a bit let down, hoping for more concrete evidence.

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Cameron lifted his hand to stroke her head, thinking she just wanted to hear some juicy gossip. “It’s more than that. They booked a single room for the night two adults in their twenties, sharing a room.

Does that sound reasonable to you? Andrew isn’t short on cash, and Aubree, being a foster daughter with no blood ties to him, shared a room with him. I hardly think their relationship is innocent.”

A gleam appeared in Lillian’s eyes, her lips curling into a slow smile. But this alone wasn’t enough –

she needed more damning evidence. She wanted to drag Brielle’s reputation through the mud and get rid of Aubree, who always seemed to cause her trouble.

“Cameron, you should talk to Bri. These kind of friendships can lead one astray easily.”

A mocking light flickered in Cameron’s eyes. Birds of a feather flock together, no wonder Brielle had become so unruly.

Lillian looked down and sent a message to her usual contacts. [Hire a private investigator to dig into Andrew and Aubree. I suspect an affair, and this could be a big scoop for you. Don’t worry. The pay will be generous.]

This team had been in her pocket for years, always eager to please her. So, upon receiving the message, they immediately set two private detectives on the task. This wasn’t nearly enough. To marry into the prestigious Dorsey family, she needed to expedite Spencer breaking off his engagement with Brielle. Or better yet, make Brielle disappear completely.

Lillian looked up Emily’s number and shot her a message. [Hey sweetie, I just heard that Brielle’s getting into that auction somehow tied to Max.]

Emily actually didn’t hold much status in the Hatfield family, but she was never short of money and was the quintessential naïve rich girl.

Emily’s willingness to go to Dorsey/International stemmed from Lillian’s manipulations and her own crush on Max. Even a distant glimpse of him was enough to send her into daydreams. The thought of her least favorite woman trying to snag her secret crush was intolerable.

Emily’s pupils shrank when she saw the message, and she stood up abruptly from her desk.

Impossible! Brielle was still engaged, and how dare she shamelessly flirt with Max!

Lillian followed up with a video, clipped to mislead. It showed Max talking and laughing with Brielle..

Emily took the bait, flooding Lillian with angry messages cursing Brielle.

[I’ll get rid of her one day! I had no idea she harbored such intentions!]

[How dare she! I’ll tell Alivia about this, but before that, I’ll teach Brielle a lesson she won’t forget.]

Lillian smirked as she turned off her phone. All she had to do now was wait for Emily to make her move. Indeed, a woman’s hatred could be the most terrifying force in the world.