Chapter 155
The charity had never experienced anything quite like it. Someone actually changed the donor’s name to their own.
“Ms. Brielle, we’re recording everything here. If you need it, I can get a transcript prepared for you now.”
“Sure, send it over.”
After hanging up the phone, she rubbed her temples and dialed the hospital.
The news that Mark had regained consciousness was a relief, but his spirits had plummeted upon learning he’d be bound to a wheelchair.
In Brielle’s account, there were still tens of millions, just enough to find a new location for the orphanage. Faith was probably not going to give up that piece of land, but Brielle had a contract to protect her interests.
Before she could even speak, Max inquired, “Need a lawyer?”
Brielle nodded.
“Poke around the legal department at Dorsey International, and pick whoever you fancy.” His tone was casual as he gathered all the documents. “As for the orphanage relocation, ask Patrick.”
The legal department at Dorsey International was known as the Invincibles. It was said that since their very first case, they had never lost. With their help, even the toughest cases could be won, and they raked in hundreds of millions in compensation for Dorsey International each year. With them in her corner, Faith didn’t stand a chance.
Brielle thought it over and decided not to refuse the help. “Thanks.”
They walked side by side to the door. As they pulled it open, they ran into the neighbor from the night before.
The neighbor, holding a bag of groceries, couldn’t help but offer some advice upon seeing them leave together. “Young man, what kind of future can you have with this girl? How much can she pay you in a month? My niece owns five properties, and she’s willing to give you two if you’re interested – prime real estate. You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. Think it over, with your looks, you could have anyone?” Everyone loves a beautiful face, and Max was just the type her high–and–mighty niece would fall for.
Brielle found it amusing and hurried to keep pace with Max, who had quickened his steps. The neighbor’s nagging followed them, “Why are you so stubborn?”
In the elevator, Brielle stifled a laugh and sneaked a peek at Max’s stern expression. His jaw was clenched, lips thin, and his eyes were sharp. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees.
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She was about to say something to lighten the mood when the doors opened, and there stood Spencer.
Spencer’s pupils contracted sharply at the sight of them, his brain freezing, unsure of how to
react.
The elevator, plastered with local ads, was an odd backdrop for Max, but his presence filled the space with an incongruous allure. Spencer’s heart skipped a beat, disbelieving. “Uncle Max, what are you doing here?”
How could he be at Brielle’s apartment, descending together no less?
He knew Max was a clean freak, usually only Patrick got that close to him. Yet there Brielle stood, her arm nearly brushing Max’s suit – an intimate proximity.
Spencer’s face paled, his mind racing with thoughts he dared not fully entertain.
Max remained impassive, stepping forward, “Came to see Brielle.” He didn’t lie, nor did he see the need to.
Spencer felt a chill, his lips trembling, as he incredulously turned to Brielle.
Brielle smiled, “I took a day off. Dorsey International is considering an investment in a book project, and I was preparing the data. There was an issue, so Mr. Dorsey came to see me. Patrick was here too. Did you need something?” It was a clarification for Max.
A wave of unease tightened Spencer’s chest as he took in the sight of her turtleneck. Normally, he would have accepted the explanation without question. However, Max rarely frequented the family estate, much less the residences of other execs. So, what other reason could there be for this unexpected visit?
It couldn’t possibly be that his proud and reserved Uncle Max had descended to favor a mortal woman. Impossible. Max would never do such a thing for a woman.
Spencer scoffed at himself for even thinking it. Brielle might be somewhat attractive, but she wasn’t the type to dazzle–Max.
“Brielle, you transferred ten million to the Haywood family. That’s quite a generous move. Are you that eager to cut ties? Remember, without the Haywood family, you’ll have no backup. Anyone could step on you.”
Brielle pushed past him, not sparing another glance, “When I was with the Haywood family. I never used them as backup. As for being stepped on, anyone is welcome to try.”
Spencer felt a pang in his chest, his voice hoarse as he grasped her wrist. “Brielle, did you ever care for me, even the slightest bit?”
He didn’t know why he asked; he just couldn’t let it go. In his mind, Brielle had always been an outsider, someone easy to dismiss. Yet with the annulment of their engagement imminent, he found himself flustered.
