Chapter 542

Chapter 542:

It seemed unlikely—Brielle lacked the power to orchestrate such chaos. The Davis Group was facing turmoil that even the Figueroa family would struggle to create. Then Amelia’s thoughts drifted to the mysterious man she had seen at Brielle’s side.

“So, you’re the one behind the recent exodus of partners from the Davis Group?” Amelia asked, her voice measured and probing.

Brielle did not merely admit it; she reveled in it, her laughter sharp and triumphant. “Amelia, did you ever imagine you would see this day, after you destroyed me p>

“No. I’ll admit, I didn’t see this coming,” Amelia replied, genuinely taken aback by the notion that Brielle had such a formidable ally.

а𝖽dic𝘵𝗂𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘵𝘰𝗿і𝖾s 𝗈n

Though Rocco hadn’t yet pinpointed the orchestrator of the Davis Group’s troubles, Amelia’s instincts screamed that the man with Brielle was involved. His identity and connection to Brielle, however, remained a mystery.

Brielle had planned to savor her gloating until the Davis Group crumbled entirely, but her impatience got the better of her. She had hoped to hear Amelia unravel, but instead Amelia’s composure was unshakable, which only fueled Brielle’s frustration.

“Amelia, if you could just swallow your pride and beg, I might…” Brielle said, her tone dripping with condescension.

But before she could finish, Amelia ended the call with a decisive tap. Brielle stared at the phone screen, her shock morphing into rage. She dialed Amelia’s number again, but no matter how many times she called, Amelia refused to answer. Eventually, she blocked Brielle’s number altogether.

Even without overthinking it, Amelia understood the purpose behind Brielle’s calls. Brielle had provoked her, yet the busy tone only made her seethe; her eyes turned crimson with fury.

Realizing she had been blocked, Brielle’s rage boiled over. She flung her phone at the door and spat, “That bitch p>

“What is the matter?” Leandro’s tone was cold as his gaze swept over the fragments of the phone and met Brielle’s eyes.

At the sound of his voice, Brielle’s demeanor shifted instantly. “Leandro, it’s so late. Are you heading out?” she said, her tone laced with practiced sweetness.

“Yes,” Leandro replied, clipped.

Eager to close the distance between them, Brielle pressed on, feigning fragility. “Could I come with you? I don’t like being alone in this house without you. It makes me scared p>

“What are you scared of?” Leandro asked sharply, his gaze piercing as it fixed on her.

Brielle faltered, her words catching in her throat. The more time she spent with Leandro, the more enigmatic he became. It wasn’t that he treated her poorly—after all, at her request he had moved to target both the Stewart Group and the Davis Group—but in private he remained cold. The way he spoke to her felt as though she were a stranger.

“Then I’ll stay,” Brielle murmured, adopting a delicate air of vulnerability as she turned away. With a calculated gesture she swept her hair aside so the soft light would catch the bracelet on her wrist. She had worn it deliberately.

Leandro’s gaze flickered to the bracelet, and for a fleeting moment the ice in his expression thawed. “Alright,” he said, his tone softening ever so slightly. “Come along if you want p>