Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

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.
“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 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.