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.

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

lost on anyone, and the college’s use of the phrase “mob mentality” seemed particularly apt in

day had fizzled out by nightfall. It had begun with a

exhaustion. She rubbed her temples wearily and stood up. “It’s

focusing on Stellar Stage Entertainment, don’t forget about your relationship with Maxie. You came here

The day had brought her a resounding victory and even full control of Stellar Stage Entertainment, yet she felt no joy. The reason was precisely what Tiffanie

she replied.

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

breath and coughed as the chilly night air caught

dialed Max’s number.

No answer.

a message. No

wanted to neglect Max. She was trying, but he was giving her the

Stellar Stage Entertainment, her expression was still gloomy, a clear

Brielle instructed a nearby worker, “Get someone to replace the window. Anything else that’s broken should be replaced, too. Just get the budget from