Chapter 647

Brielle wasn’t at all surprised when her phone lit up with Aubree’s name. The last thing she wanted was for Aubree to bring up Andrew and Tessa’s wedding.

“Bri, are you hurt?”

Brielle was taken aback. She hadn’t told anyone about her injury, and it wasn’t circulating online. How did Aubree find out?

“Yeah.”

‘Did Andrew do it?”

Brielle really wanted to downplay it, to say it was just a minor concussion, something a couple of days‘ rest could fix. But suddenly, she felt a pang of cunning. She didn’t want to explain. Maybe this would push Aubree to distance herself from Andrew. Between her safety and her love for Andrew, Aubree would surely choose the former..

“Yeah, Aubree, you coming back?”

The turmoil in Aubree’s eyes roiled like a stormy sea upon hearing Brielle’s confirmation. She wished she could teleport back to Beaconsfield.

Those assholes!

steady herself, Aubree replied, “Yeah, I’ll be back by morning

Premier Palace tomorrow. You focus on your shoot. Don’t

a few more exchanges, Brielle hung up, still concerned about Aubree’s mental state. With the news of Andrew’s marriage spreading online, Aubree likely knew

the private hospital room swung open, and

up once. His hair was damp as he sat on

kept Brielle awake. Plus, Michael had been pressuring

fight?” As the heir to the Dorsey family, his public outburst

fifty–one percent

Brielle’s unease persisted, sensing Michael had something up

murmured, kissing

propped herself up on his lap. “Max, you’re not going to break

and her move had ignited a fire within him. He closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “No, I’ll go to the estate tomorrow

chest. “I can’t think

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