After careful consideration, he set his sights on Brielle.

“Brielle,” he uttered, his voice laced with a mix of suggestion and desire, "spending just one night with Mr. Barrack will grant you access to all the resources you desire."

Reilly's eyes remained fixed on her. Though he had subtly alluded to engaging in such relationships with influential individuals in the past, the directness of his proposition left Brielle taken aback.

“What are you suggesting? I'm a celebrity! How could you expect me to do such a thing?" she retorted, her voice Laced with disbelief.

Reilly's expression contorted with disdain as he sneered, “Celebrity? Let's be frank here, you're nothing more than a whore."

In the realm of today's entertainment industry, how many top stars hadn't resorted to similar means to ascend the ladder of fame? Even Brielle had fallen victim to Jasper's manipulation and disregard. In fact, Reilly held a deep-seated loathing for her

Nonetheless, he found himself in need of her assistance, so he softened his approach, attempting to coax her.

“Just this one time. Once it's done, all the resources will be at your disposal, and I'll even marry you."

Internally rolling her eyes, Brielle grasped the delicate nature of the situation and couldn't afford to offend him. Feigning consideration for his proposal, she managed to dismiss him as he departed in his car.

Standing at her front door, a forced smile on her face, Brielle immediately dropped her facade and vented her frustration through a string of curses.

To her astonishment, when she opened the door without turning on the lights, a hand emerged from the darkness, pulling her inside.

“Ah! Help!" Terror engulfed Brielle as she screamed, convinced she had come face to face with a deranged stalker.

However, as she surveyed her surroundings, utilizing the faint glow emitted by her phone, she soon recognized the familiar countenance of Jasper.

Brielle's terrified scream echoed through the silence, but Jasper quickly hushed her with a hand pressed to her mouth.

His countenance transformed into a tempest of fury as he spoke in a hushed, intense murmur.

“I've only been locked up for a few days and you're already seeking shelter in someone else's arms?"

With his other hand, Jasper's grip around Brielle's throat tightened.

Her fear muddled her thoughts as she stumbled through an explanation, her words tripping over each other.

“No, it's not what you think. He hunted me down relentlessly. I couldn't shake him off. I haven't betrayed you."

As Brielle attempted to make sense of her plight, Jasper's anger surged like an untamed wildfire. The confinement had left him forlorn and disheartened, but Brielle's apparent betrayal added a darker shade to his despair.