Master of his heart

Chapter 696

The tide had turned so swiftly, and the evidence was so overwhelming it left the online crowd at a loss for words. The flood of information was just too much to process all at once.

An hour later, Amelia was being raked over the coals online, enduring the vitriol previously directed at Brielle a hundredfold.

Brielle, for her part, was unbothered by the chatter. She was touched by the official statement from Beaconsfield College, her atma mater. Without hesitation, she retweeted the post with a brief, heartfelt note-[Thank you, Beaconsfield College.]

With that done, she continued to unveil her next move by sharing a court subpoena. [As for the slander and defamation Ms. Amelia has spread about me online, I’ve pressed charges, and the police are on it. You said you haven’t received a subpoena. Well, it’s been in my hands, waiting. As you wished, it’s now on its way to you.]

Brielle’s series of updates came hard and fast, leaving Amelia reeling and defenseless. The evidence was irrefutable, nobody could accuse Brielle of playing dirty. And now, nobody dared to speak ill of her. After all, what was there to criticize?

She hadn’t forgiven the fan who damaged her car, but her response had been reasonable–she wouldn’t be morally blackmailed by someone seeking a favor.

Even Beaconsfield College stepped in to defend her, proudly displaying her stellar academic record, which left everyone in awe.

was an outstanding woman, unfairly maligned as a villain, a slut. A true evildoer had

irony was not lost on anyone, and the college’s use of the phrase “mob mentality” seemed particularly apt in reminding

out by nightfall. It had begun with a bang

all day, not eating a thing, and was now overwhelmed by exhaustion. She rubbed her temples wearily and stood up. “It’s over. I’m going to check on Stellar Stage Entertainment.”

Stellar Stage Entertainment, don’t forget about your relationship with Maxie. You came here for him, after

touching her lips. The day had brought her a resounding victory and even full control of Stellar

she

on the subject. She trusted that Brielle, being smart, would know how

as the chilly night air caught

Max’s number.

No answer.

a message.

It wasn’t that she wanted to neglect

expression was still gloomy, a clear sign of her inner

building, a janitor was sweeping up broken glass. Brielle instructed a nearby worker, “Get someone to replace