Chapter 687

As Amelia’s fans swarmed around Brielle, lurking journalists were also in hot pursuit. Brielle’s license plate had been leaked online long ago, and in this age of information, there were few secrets left. The route to Dorsey International had been a gauntlet of seemingly endless traffic, with countless eyes peering from behind steering wheels, tracking her every move. Now that Brielle was alone, the more zealous followers saw their chance to confront her. They were practically frothing at the mouth with the opportunity to tear

her to pieces.

Brielle wondered what Amelia had posted online to set off such extreme behavior among her supporters. She was unable to get to her car, no she had no choice but to retront back into the lobby of Dorsey International. Security at Dorsey International was tight, and they weren’t about to let this mob inside.

As she sat in the lobby, a receptionist quickly brought over a cup of coffee. Brielle murmured thanks as she watched the fans outside lose their minds, arguing with the security guards.

She rubbed her temples and finally took a moment to check out Amelia’s latest post. The post was almost laughable.

Amelia had played her cards right, releasing her own depression diagnosis and several photos of alleged domestic abuse.

hadn’t abused her, so those photos must have been staged with makeup – a smear campaign, plain and simple. Brielle hadn’t pegged Amelia for

strong after divorce who wouldn’t sympathize with that?

to play the media like a fiddle. In this era, public opinion was a powerful current, sweeping people along in its tide, ready to strike at whomever

but the insinuation

I thought John would disappear from my world, but he’s back. I’ll continue my treatment, and you don’t have to worry. Through my personal experience, I want to advise all single women out

post was somehow a hit online. The final sentence was a jab at Brielle, suggesting she was causing

was palpable they wanted nothing more than

fans attacked it like lunatics. She reported the incident with practiced ease, confident that the surveillance cameras would reveal the culprits who would be footing

a mask from the receptionist, slipped out through a side exit, and hailed a cab. But as the taxi wove through the streets, she found

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