Chapter 412

He had toyed with the idea of Inviting that woman whose voice was a dead ringer for Brielle back to his hotel room, but he hadn’t snagged her contact Information after their last encounter.

Spencer’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered his volce. “If you’re itching for it, I can satisfy you right here in the office,”

No sooner had the words left his lips than a cup of coffee splashed on his face. The brown stain of the coffee slid down his cheek, soaking through his sult to the white shirt beneath.

Brielle hadn’t expected Spencer to be so brazen, so utterly shameless. A colleague had brought in the coffee, but due to the morning’s positive pregnancy test, she hadn’t touched it, and it had gone cold.

Spencer wiped his face, unsurprised by Brielle’s retort. “Are you still holding out for Uncle Max to sweep you off your feet? Brielle, how low can you get?”

The more he insulted her, the more it pained him.

“Get out.” Brielle shifted her gaze to the computer, unwilling to waste any energy on such a

person.

lips, Spencer gave her one deep look and then

colleagues outside saw his coffee–stained figure but dared not stare, all thinking Ms.

at his arousal. It wasn’t Brielle who was cheap, it was him, so cheap that despite knowing her disdain, he almost lost it over her

elevator wall. With no outlet for

her feel endangered. But she had no time to dwell on these

computer kept pinging with notifications. The Beaconsfield media was all praise for Alivia, nearly putting

felt no stirrings in her heart, nor did she call Max to ask about the details. She had long known Alivia’s maneuvers, how she hid behind

any sign of weakness now, she’d be conceding defeat to Alivia before their battle had

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on him, she would seem petty in comparison to Alivia’s poised and dunified front after all, Alivia

with heavy thoughts. This

her gaze dro

the Rowland

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