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Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter 267
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Chapter: 267

Brielle sprang out of bed with a scowl on her face, not even bothering to tend to her morning routine.

She was in a foul mood, agitated by the rumors swirling around her. “Have you been able to reach that

Tea Spiller Y?” she demanded of her new assistant, Freda Sampson. “Tell them to delete that post

immediately and clear my name. If they want money, we’ll give it to them!”

Freda was visibly shaken and flustered. “I’m doing my best to contact the owner of that account, but we

haven’t received any response to our messages or emails yet.”

Brielle’s fiery gaze bummed with fury as she snatched Freda’s phone from her trembling hand. “Why

haven’t you reached Tea Spiller Y?” she barked. “Let me see what you’re doing. You can’t even handle

this simple task, you imbecile!”

With a flick of her fingers, Brielle accessed the phone’s screen and her eyes widened with disbelief.

The notorious Tea Spiller Y had blocked all their related accounts, effectively severing all lines of

communication.

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“Go and sue this Tea Spiller Y! For slander!” Brielle’s voice boomed like thunder, filled with a venomous

rage that could ignite a wildfire.

However, Freda’s timid voice trembled with fear as she spoke. “Brielle, I’m afraid it’s difficult.”

But instead of listening to her assistant’s concerns, Brielle’s fury only intensified.

She struck Freda’s cheek hard, and her voice bellowed in a rage, “Are you teaching me how to do

things?”

Freda recoiled in terror, shielding her face with trembling hands. “I dare not,” she whimpered, like a

small animal cowering before a predator.

Brielle settled herself onto the sofa, snorting with frustration as she perused the never-ending stream of

comments flooding the phone.

The public opinion warfare had escalated into an all-out battle, with new combatants joining the fray

every minute. Fans of both Brielle and Daniela were hurling insults, while passersby watched the

spectacle with glee. The situation was only exacerbated by the presence of trolls, gleefully stoking the

flames of the conflict.

As she scrolled through the comments, Brielle’s face twisted with anger. Daniela’s fans were spitting

venom at her, but what was truly infuriating was the stupid confidence of her own fans. They had said

that Brielle didn’t give a damn about the opportunity to play the first supporting role and that she had

only agreed to act in the film because of her connection to Winslow.

Brielle was in a state of boiling rage, so infuriated that she felt like tearing her hair out. She tossed the

phone aside and fanned herself with both hands as if trying to extinguish the flames of anger that were

burning her up. “These idiots are doing nothing but causing trouble!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged

with frustration and desperation.

Her gaze fell upon the cowering form of Freda, who was trembling in the corner.

Brielle rounded on her new assistant, her voice heavy with scorn and disdain, “What happened to my

orders to calm down my fans and silence them? Have you succeeded in doing anything right? You’re a

total imbecile!”

Freda braced herself to explain, “Just as things were simmering down, a bunch of fans started acting

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up, claiming that you had some influential figure backing you and that you had nothing to fear.”

Brielle pointed a finger at her own face, saying, “I have nothing to fear?”

The rage inside her boiled over, and she exploded into a fit of laughter. “If 1 were not afraid of anyone,

would I be sitting here so helpless? Who the hell is spreading these lies?”

Freda swallowed nervously, barely daring to speak above a whisper. “Perhaps there are some fans

who are deliberately stoking the flames.”

Brielle sneered, her eyes burning with fury, “I’ve already suspected that someone is pulling the strings

from behind the scenes. Whoever it is better watch their back, or they’ll feel my wrath.”

In a frigid voice, Brielle tightened her grip on the cup before violently hurling it to the floor, the shattered

pieces spraying water everywhere like a fountain of fury.

Fearing the wrath of her boss, Freda quickly sidestepped to avoid the splashing water. She had been

on edge ever since becoming Brielle’s assistant, enduring constant stress and hardship.