Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 876

No sooner had Victoria's words hung in the air than she whipped out her phone and dialed the Dorsey family's security team. Alivia didn't even make it to the front gate before she was promptly shown the door. She never imagined Victoria would one day turn on her and

kick her out with such disdain. Humiliation washed over her in waves.

Seething with anger and no place to vent, Alivia turned to the internet, continuing her tirade against Brielle with renewed vigor. After a dozen venomous posts, she was gearing up for more when she noticed something alarming every online handle had changed to real names. The cloak of anonymity had been stripped away, leaving everyone exposed. The online crowd was in a frenzy.

"What's going on? Did this app just go full real-ID on us? Why's my name showing?"

"Same here, and no warning? Just great."

"Oh no, is my boss gonna see what I said about them?"

"Have you guys checked out Alivia's Twitter? It's a total train wreck!"

"Never seen someone so shameless!"

All the bile Alivia had spewed at Brielle now bore her own name for all to see. Especially that one line 'She's nowhere near my level.' The more netizens had agreed with it before, the more it backfired now. And that so-called insider? It turned out to be none other than a burner account run by Alivia herself. Her main account was anonymous venom; the burner was a personal attack on everything Brielle did.

The nastiness of her comments didn't seem to come from a place of concern for her brother but rather a desperate attempt to drag Brielle down.

"I thought what Alivia did before was disgusting, but this takes it to a whole new level."

"She really knows how to lower the bar each time."

"Brielle hasn't even acknowledged her existence, and there's Alivia, hopping mad. Awkward, much?"

"If I were her, I'd be looking for a rock to crawl under right about now."

Alivia, her name glaring back at her from the screen, scrambled to delete her account in a panic. But canceling an account was a hassle, requiring all sorts of verification and taking hours to process. It was far too late to hide her shame. With eyes bloodshot and teeth clenched, she read the comments, completely losing her grip on sanity.

Some netizens even speculated why she was gunning for Brielle so hard. Piecing together a statement from Dorsey International, they guessed that Mr. Dorsey was courting a woman could it be Brielle? If that were true, Brielle was being wronged big time. After all, the official word from Dorsey International was that she had turned down Max's advances. We're talking about Max here-how high must Brielle's standards be to not give him a

second glance?

The internet buzzed with speculation, and regardless of their opinions on Brielle, everyone agreed that Max dodging a bullet by not ending up with Alivia was a wise move. The gossip brewed overnight, and Brielle's Twitter exploded with an additional hundred thousand comments asking why she had rejected Max. Envy was thick in the air.

The ultimate compliment for someone's looks was universal acclaim, and Max's wealth, lineage, and striking features would stand out even in the glittering world of celebrities. Yet, Brielle's profile

revealed her as a simple gradus

from Welfare Mark University

devoid of any notable background. This detail further discredited Alivia's claims of Brielle climbing the social ladder through men. If Brielle was after power, wouldn't she just have aimed to become Mrs. Dorsey International?

So, part of the Twitter mob descended on Alivia's feed, tearing her apart, while others flocked to Brielle's, eager to learn how she could possibly resist a man like Max.

The next morning, as Brielle walked into Stellar Stage Entertainment, she sensed a change in the air. Those in the know about her and Max barely contained their smugness. "Ah, we always said it-stick with Mr. Haywood, and you're golden."

"Mr. Haywood joining Stellar Stage Entertainment is a stroke of luck for us."

They didn't miss a beat in showering Brielle with flattery, their sycophantic tones trailing her every step.