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The Queen They Buried

Chapter 139
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Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Bryan's heart clenched. Even though he'd braced himself, facing Aubree’s cold, disdainful demeanor still left him

breathless. He struggled to get the words out, “It’s about Playzy. Dad’s been watching it closely lately and found

that sstreamers are inducing minors to spend money. It’s not an isolated incident. If this blows up, the

consequences could be disastrous.”

He hesitated before continuing. “If things get serious, you might need to shut down the entire Playzy platform.

Dad wants you to chso we can all figure out a solution together.”

“What?” Aubree burst into laughter. “Ronald? ‘Discussing solutions’? Are you sure it’s not just another ploy to

makehand over my company?”

Bryan caught sarcasm in Aubree’s tone, yet found himself powerless to counter it.

That's exactly what Dad intends,” he thought bitterly.

Aubree sat back in her chair, legs casually crossed with an air of effortless elegance. She looked at Bryan and

said coolly, “Don’t tellyou don’t know exactly what would happen if | went back to the Wilson family.”

Bryan was too ashamed to look her in the eye.

“You knew it!” Aubree spat out.

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She added, “You pulled this stunt before! After | switched to art studies, even with excellent grades, you still

looked down on me. | truly felt | didn’t belong with the Wilson family, so | went back to the orphanage. But soon

after, when Carmen had a competition coming up and her painting skills weren't good enough for first prize, you,

Bryan, went all the way to the orphanage to bringback to make sure she’d take the top spot.

“How pathetic | was to believe your lies! You pulled sstrings to swap my competition painting with

Carmen's. She got all the fame, while | got threatened into silence.”

Aubree looked at Bryan with a mocking smile and asked, “When you were all celebrating Carmen's first prize, did

it ever occur to you that the painting was mine?

“I confronted you, and all you did was accuseof being tic and making a scene. Wasn't | justified in

making a fuss? Bryan, do you even remember what you said back then?”

Bryan's face twisted in shas he lowered his head, unable to meet Aubree’s gaze.

Of course, he remembered every single word he'd said.

At that time, he said, “Aubree, the only reason | brought you back was to secure Carmen'’s first place. Did you

think you deserved to return to the Wilson family for any other reason?”

“I'm sorry!” Bryan apologized, his voice rough with emotion.

But it was already too late. Aubree no longer needed his empty apology.

With a chilling smile that didn’t reach her eyes, Aubree said, “I don’t need this. You may have forgotten the past,

but | remember every single detail for you.”

Bryan took a deep breath. “My apologies. I'll take my leave now.”

Just as Bryan was about to leave, Aubree spoke up, “But | do need to go back. You tell Ronald I'll be returning to

the Wilson family this afternoon. Sthings still need to be made clear.”

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Bryan had no idea what Aubree was talking about, but an inexplicable sense of unease settled over him.

A voice in his head warned, ‘You can’t let Aubree go through with this. You'll regret it.

Yet when he opened his mouth, all that escaped was, “Alright.”

‘What right do | have to stop her now?’ Bryan thought.

“See yourself out,” Aubree said, not even bothering to look up.

Bryan walked out of Bree Technology's towering headquarters and stood on the street, a bone-deep chill settling

in his chest.

Every icy glare, every cutting word from Aubree stripped away their self-deceptive facade.

He thought making amends would let them start over, but broken things didn’t magically mend.

The harm they had done to Aubree was beyond repair.

What monstrous things have we done to her all these years?’ Bryan sighed.

He turned back for another look at the building, bitterly aware that he, too, was complicit.

Then, he thought bitterly, ‘Aubree’s hatred forlikely far exceeds even her resentment toward Emery!

Aubree remained focused on the analytics dashboard on her screen.

Her secretary, Vincent, knocked and entered, presenting a file. “Ms. Miller, as you requested, here are the

streamer accounts we've identified as encouraging underage spending.”

Aubree looked at Vincent and nodded. “How’s the underage spending prevention system we discussed coming

along?”

“The development team says it’s all ready,” Vincent replied.

“Good,” said Aubree. ‘Underage spending caused a massive uproar in my past life,” she thought. ‘We even had

to implement a minor refund system because of it. Did they think | wouldn't take precautions? | don’t need

Ronald's fake concern.’