Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 482

“Obviously. With my stunning looks, I don’t have to worry about filming,” Brielle gloated, losing herself

in the moment. “Ever heard of Edgar Benton? He’s an up-and-coming director, and he’s been working

on this project for years.”

Ariana listened attentively, a smile on her face, never interrupting.

Suddenly, Brielle’s eyes widened as she accused, “Are you trying to pump me for information?”

She nearly spilled everything. Last time, she’d mentioned her role in Half of My Country, and Ariana

took advantage of this information to cause her trouble, earning her a harsh reprimand from Jasper.

“You’ve finally learned your lesson and wised up a bit,” Ariana remarked coolly, her smile vanishing.

Fuming, Brielle scrambled for a retort to alleviate her embarrassment. She snickered and mocked,

“Ariana, your love life may be a mess, but at least your career is flourishing. Mr. Anderson has a new

flame now, and he’s forgotten about you, his wife.”

She’d relished the news of Theodore spotted with a young woman in white at a southern suburban

manor. Ariana’s misfortune only sweetened Brielle’s delight.

Ariana scoffed, “Stay out of my affairs.”

Undeterred, Brielle taunted, “People say marrying a rich man is tough, and it’s all about matching social

status. You and the Andersons aren’t on the same level, and with your parents gone, it’s no surprise

you’ve been cast aside.”

“One more word, and you’ll regret it!” Ariana’s icy glare and clenched fists showed her fury. If Brielle

dared to mention her parents again, she’d find herself on the receiving end of a well-deserved punch.

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For Ariana, there was no kindness for cruel bitches.

Upon seeing Ariana’s livid expression, Brielle knew she’d hit a nerve. With feigned remorse, she said,

“Why so upset? Honestly, choosing love over wealth is far more fulfilling. Check out this bag; Jasper

bought it for me—a limited edition of only five worldwide. And this diamond ring? A gift from him

yesterday to celebrate the fourth anniversary of our first kiss.”

Ariana rolled her eyes, responding with disdain, “Just two days ago, I saw an unknown model sporting

that same ‘limited edition’ bag at the office.”

Naturally, Brielle dismissed the claim, retorting, “You’re just envious. Do you really think those bags are

easy to come by? Not everyone can get one. Only elite customers can buy them. Unknown models

from the company could never afford such luxury.”

Ariana refrained from further comment. Brielle’s naivete was beyond help. Any rational person would

harbor doubts after hearing such information, but she chose to place unwavering faith in Jasper.

Eager to escape, Ariana tumed away without waiting for the elevator.

At that moment, a deliveryman dashed through the entrance, clutching a small bouquet of blue baby’s

breath, sweat pouring down his face. Approaching the front desk, he inquired, “Where’s Miss Ariana

Edwards’ office? Someone sent her some flowers.”

Brielle couldn’t contain her laughter. She sidled up to Ariana, jeering, “Are those cheap flowers for you?

Which broke admirer sent them to you?”

Before Ariana could respond, Brielle went on saying, “You’re quite the seductress, Ariana. Cheating on

Theodore, yet you couldn’t even land a rich one? You have horrible taste! Do you agree with me that

finding true love trumps wealth? Just kidding! Money’s more important than anything else.”

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“will you just shut up? Your incessant babbling is unbearable,” Ariana snapped, exasperated. She didn’t

understand the situation, but Brielle just kept running her mouth.

As Ariana approached to inquire about the delivery, Brielle shouted, “Ariana’s right here!”

Instantly, the deliveryman, along with everyone else in the entire lobby, shifted their gazes to Ariana

Chapter: 482

“Obviously. With my stunning looks, I don’t have to worry about filming,” Brielle gloated, losing herself

in the moment. “Ever heard of Edgar Benton? He’s an up-and-coming director, and he’s been working

on this project for years.”

Ariana listened attentively, a smile on her face, never interrupting.

Suddenly, Brielle’s eyes widened as she accused, “Are you trying to pump me for information?”

She nearly spilled everything. Last time, she’d mentioned her role in Half of My Country, and Ariana

took advantage of this information to cause her trouble, earning her a harsh reprimand from Jasper.

“You’ve finally learned your lesson and wised up a bit,” Ariana remarked coolly, her smile vanishing.

Fuming, Brielle scrambled for a retort to alleviate her embarrassment. She snickered and mocked,

“Ariana, your love life may be a mess, but at least your career is flourishing. Mr. Anderson has a new

flame now, and he’s forgotten about you, his wife.”

She’d relished the news of Theodore spotted with a young woman in white at a southern suburban

manor. Ariana’s misfortune only sweetened Brielle’s delight.

Ariana scoffed, “Stay out of my affairs.”



Undeterred, Brielle taunted, “People say marrying a rich man is tough, and it’s all about matching social

status. You and the Andersons aren’t on the same level, and with your parents gone, it’s no surprise

you’ve been cast aside.”

“One more word, and you’ll regret it!” Ariana’s icy glare and clenched fists showed her fury. If Brielle

dared to mention her parents again, she’d find herself on the receiving end of a well-deserved punch.

For Ariana, there was no kindness for cruel bitches.

Upon seeing Ariana’s livid expression, Brielle knew she’d hit a nerve. With feigned remorse, she said,

“Why so upset? Honestly, choosing love over wealth is far more fulfilling. Check out this bag; Jasper

bought it for me—a limited edition of only five worldwide. And this diamond ring? A gift from him

yesterday to celebrate the fourth anniversary of our first kiss.”

Ariana rolled her eyes, responding with disdain, “Just two days ago, I saw an unknown model sporting

that same ‘limited edition’ bag at the office.”

Naturally, Brielle dismissed the claim, retorting, “You’re just envious. Do you really think those bags are

easy to come by? Not everyone can get one. Only elite customers can buy them. Unknown models

from the company could never afford such luxury.”

Ariana refrained from further comment. Brielle’s naivete was beyond help. Any rational person would

harbor doubts after hearing such information, but she chose to place unwavering faith in Jasper.

Eager to escape, Ariana tumed away without waiting for the elevator.

At that moment, a deliveryman dashed through the entrance, clutching a small bouquet of blue baby’s

breath, sweat pouring down his face. Approaching the front desk, he inquired, “Where’s Miss Ariana

Edwards’ office? Someone sent her some flowers.”



Brielle couldn’t contain her laughter. She sidled up to Ariana, jeering, “Are those cheap flowers for you?

Which broke admirer sent them to you?”

Before Ariana could respond, Brielle went on saying, “You’re quite the seductress, Ariana. Cheating on

Theodore, yet you couldn’t even land a rich one? You have horrible taste! Do you agree with me that

finding true love trumps wealth? Just kidding! Money’s more important than anything else.”

“will you just shut up? Your incessant babbling is unbearable,” Ariana snapped, exasperated. She didn’t

understand the situation, but Brielle just kept running her mouth.

As Ariana approached to inquire about the delivery, Brielle shouted, “Ariana’s right here!”

Instantly, the deliveryman, along with everyone else in the entire lobby, shifted their gazes to Ariana

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