Chapter 3

Riding shotgun in Spencer’s car, Brielle’s mind was still replaying Max’s words.

Be careful not to get burned, huh?-

Her marriage to Spencer was an arrangement made by their families. The Dorsey family held an unrivaled position in Beaconsfield, while the Haywoods barely made the top ten. Next to the Dorseys, they were essentially small fry.

Her little stunt had allowed her to let off some steam, but it also meant she’d crossed one of the most untouchable figures in the circle of the elite.

The rain was pouring down, reducing visibility, and within two miles, traffic had slowed to

a crawl.

Spencer, already in a foul mood, frowned upon seeing her bundled up in a turtleneck, her chin almost disappearing into her collar.

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

It was early fall, hardly the season for turtlenecks. Despite Brielle’s striking looks, it was a

bit odd.

neck, the corners of her lips curled up. “Yeah,” it’s

Spencer

her. “It’s none of your business where I

Spencer’s. From the corner of her

ID-Lillian.

answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go

twirled a strand of hair in

under his breath, hung up the phone, and then angrily punched the steering

just now, he

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interest in her affairs, nor had he ever

his future reaction, Brielle’s

Spencer yanked the car key out and, without bothering with

Brielle rolled down the window

on her. After all, Lillian is your

her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then

a moment

rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer had

annoyance.

traffic ahead began to move, but her car was

search for an umbrella, and got out the car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice. Her face turned

glove compartment, she found a limited edition lipstick, a gift she’d

closing the compartment. She chose to ignore the

through by the rain, only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed her car to be towed

away.

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