Master of his heart

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.
John 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 having such cunning.
Amelia was now woman scorned and depressed, standing strong after divorce who wouldn’t sympathize with that?
Amelia knew the entertainment industry and how 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 it was directed against. Amelia had mastered the art of killing with
a borrowed knife.
Amelia’s latest post didn’t outright name Brielle, but the insinuation was clear at the end.
[Since my divorce, I’ve been trying to escape the shadows of that time. 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 there not to get too close to men and not pity them. Instead, let’s focus on bettering ourselves, or we’ll just end up jealous
and fighting over a man who’s not worth it during our best years.]

The post was somehow a hit online. The final sentence was a jab at Brielle, suggesting she was causing trouble over jealousy
about John.
The outrage on the internet was palpable they wanted nothing more than to confront B her.
Brielle’s car was now out of the question, and she could only watch as the 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 the bill for damages.
She took 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 herself unsure of her destination.
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and asked, “Miss, where are you headed?”
Belle was about to say the Premier Palace, but something made her pause, a bitter taste forming at the thought the had a
meeting with Mason that evening to discuss Book, and heading to Premier Palace would just mean being shackled to her
computer again.
Robben her thed eyes, she made her decision. “Pearl Estate, please.”
As she looked at the angry crowd outside, her eyes momentarily clouded with doubt before a chill passed through them, the
tested Tiffanie to hold off on any action.
ane replied quickly. Why? Amelia’s already sicced her fans on you. If one of them gets extreme, you could get hurt)
et the media stom rage brew a bit longer. The wilder the fans get now, the more devastated they’ll be when the truth comes out.
The woman they idolize claims to shun men and stand strong but actually looks for male company every other night. Let’s wall
two more days. The media frenzy will peak, and then release the video. Amelia will fall hard.]
Meanwhile, Amelia sat in a private café across from the long–absent Alivia. Alivia stirred her coffee gently, a picture of delicate
grace.
Amelia was almost obsequious in her politeness. “Ms. Alivia, look, the internet is tearing Brielle apart. I heard her car got
wrecked, too,”
Alivia didn’t need to lift a finger against Brielle. Ultimately, Michael had promised that no matter what Brielle achieved, she would
never be a part of the Dorsey family.

Michael had shared a secret with her, one that was enough to keep her content to watch from the sidelines. With Annie still
pushing hard, all Alivia had to do was stir the pot a little more, and Brielle would crumble under the pressure.