Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle suddenly lost her appetite. She didn’t have the energy to listen to Spencer’s rage anymore. She went straight to her bedroom, changed her clothes, and stepped out.

Spencer was still in a raging fury, answering Lillian’s call at the same time. When he turned and saw Brielle heading out the door, he frowned, “Where the hell do you think you’re going this late? Can’t you show a little decency? Are you that desperate for a guy?!”

Brielle was already infuriated with his antics. “Whether I’m desperate or not, you wouldn’t know, would you? What’s the matter, I’m not allowed to find myself some company when you’re out with other sluts?”

Spencer’s pupils dilated slightly. In a fit of anger, he threw his phone towards her. “Say that one more time! Who are you calling a slut?!” Even now, he was defending Lillian.

The elevator doors had closed, and the phone smashed against the wall, spiderwebbing

the screen.

Brielle held back her frustration. Through the elevator glass, she could see the faint marks on her neck. She was so flustered by Spencer’s outburst that she’d left the apartment in a

low-cut top.

However, the thought that these marks were Max’s handiwork, a sweet revenge, was oddly satisfying. Everyone treated her like a pushover, but they never considered that one day this pushover would grow sharp teeth.

Feeling somewhat relieved, she got in her car, and right on cue, Aubree called. “Bri, asleep yet, or up for some drinks?”

Aubree had just returned from abroad. She was Brielle’s only real friend, and her nigh was always vibrant.

“You’re back in town?”

Starting the car, Brielle thought a drink might do her good. Her celebration had been so rudely interrupted, she’d simply celebrate elsewhere.

“Just landed. How did you handle that snake who dared to mess around with Spencer behind your back? Does she forget who funded her college tuition? The Haywood family! If I see her tonight, I swear I’ll tear her face apart!”

Aubree was fiery and never held back her words. When Brielle found out about Spencer’s affair half a month ago, she immediately told Aubree. At that time, Aubree couldn’t come back because she was abroad and cursed them out over the phone.

Given Aubree’s temperament, she’d have blasted them on social media, but Brielle convinced her not to.

Aubree, a heiress to the Clements fortune, had a wide social circle. One post from her, and

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the entire elite community would know.

It wasn’t time to burn bridges with the Dorsey family yet. Besides, her current fling with Max was revenge enough. And this covert strategy was more effective than public. insults, it hit the Dorseys where it hurt

“How else could I handle it? Spencer’s been treating her like she’s the apple of his eye”

“Damn, has Spencer gone blind? What does he even see in that little damsel?”

Pulling up to Tequila Sunset, Brielle immediately spotted Aubree at the entrance. Aubree was dressed to kill, her allure starkly contrasting Brielle’s demure elegance, as vibrant as a blooming rose

Aubree’s sharp eyes caught sight of the marks on Brielle’s neck and raised an eyebrow, “No way, you still go down on Spencer after he’s slept with Lillian so many times? Aren’t you afraid you’ll get poisoned?”

“It wasn’t Spencer.”

Aubree’s eyes widened, and she gasped in shock.

Brielle, despite her stunning looks, had always played it by the book. Ever since her engagement to Spencer, she maintained a safe distance from other men. She even once declared she’d wait until her wedding night. And now, in no time at all, she’d gone behind Spencer’s back with another man,

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Aubree had always told her, relationships were just that simple went for it when there was attraction. You gotta live in the moment, not the relationship.

She didn’t expect that during her time abroad, Brielle had finally come around.

“Who’s the guy? How was he? Tsk, those marks have faded. Must have been intense back then, huh?”

Brielle couldn’t be as open as Aubree about such matters in public and pulled her toward a secluded booth. However, Aubree grabbed her hand and nodded towards the entrance, “Look, who’s that?”

Brielle followed her gaze and saw Lillian being hassled by a few men. Lillian still wore that fragile expression, biting her lip as if on the verge of tears. A few drunk men surrounded her, spouting filthy words.

Tequila Sunset was renowned in Beaconsfield, and they had a membership system-your needed to shell out a million just for the privilege of a membership card, so the clientele was elite.

Lillian had a membership card, obviously bankrolled by Spencer.

Brielle narrowed her eyes. She had created billions in assets for Dorsey International over three years. She orchestrated every major merger and acquisition, and yet, she’d reaped.

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none of the rewards. Instead, Lillian was cashing in.

Seeing Brielle, Lillian’s eyes welled up, “Bri, please help me.”

Aubree cursed under her breath, fixing her glare on Lillian, “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

Lillian shrank back, her lips quivering, “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I just thought you both looked really nice tonight, and you’re regulars here, so maybe you could talk to them?”

Her words conveyed two things to the drunk men trying to take advantage. One, that Brielle and Aubree were attractive. Two, that as regulars, they were likely more approachable.

“Don’t bother me, go bother them.” That’s her implication.

Not just Aubree, even Brielle found this laughable. However, she was wary that Spencer might show up, especially since he had been on the phone with Lillian before she left.

The sight of them together made her nauseous, best to avoid it, but it wasn’t easy to shake off the group of strangers that had closed in.

“You snake!”

Aubree couldn’t contain her rage any longer, stepping forward to slap Lillian across the face.