Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Spencer picked up the call quickly, already at his suburban villa, having just had sex with Lillian, a way to soothe her.

Lillian lay gently in his arms, yet she couldn’t shake the desire to reach out to Max. She had to find a chance to talk to him.

The ringtone of her phone broke her train of thought. As the name. Emily flashed on the screen, a dark gleam crossed her eyes.

Spencer knew Emily worked at Dorsey International. Lillian had mentioned her before, but he hadn’t expected her to call him directly. “What’s up?”

Emily looked triumphantly at Brielle and raised her voice, “Mr. Spencer, I’m at Brielle’s place. Is the man in her bedroom you?”

Spencer’s grip on the phone tightened instantly, his tone turned menacing, “What man?”

“There’s a man in Brielle’s bedroom, but the door’s closed. I thought it. was you. If it’s not you, then who could it be? Aren’t you two engaged? Could it be she’s brought another man home?”

Spencer was seething with rage, feeling utterly humiliated. “That… that bitch’s affairs are none of my business! She could parade a hundred men around for all I care!” He hung up without hesitation, his chest heaving with fury.

Lillian was lying right beside him, hearing every word clearly. She was secretly pleased, thinking keeping Emily around was indeed useful.

“Spencer, shouldn’t you check it out? Emily’s not wrong. Bri is your fiancée, after all. She’s been in and out of the police station, now hiding men in her bedroom. If the Dorsey family gets wind of this…”

Spencer’s chest hurt unbearably, his face paled with anger. He got up to dress, a wildfire of wrath spreading through him.

How could Brielle stoop so low! What made her different from a prostitute right now!

However, the thought of breaking off the engagement was unbearable. How could he accept that?

The taste of blood was in Spencer’s mouth, his breath hot with rage. Once dressed, he clenched his teeth, “Lillian, you don’t blame me for not breaking off the engagement?”

Lillian stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist, “Whatever decision you make, I’m with you, Spencer. In this life, you’re the only

man for me.”

Saying such things in this context was implicitly a jab at Brielle’s promiscuity.

Spencer was filled with hate and anger, and in the end, he pushed her back onto the bed. “Lillian, you’re the best. That… that woman can’t even compare to one of your fingers.”

Only by saying this could he feel a little better.

It was he who rejected Brielle, feeling she was tainted, not that he was the one being abandoned. He wouldn’t break off the engagement just to teach Brielle a lesson, to have the engagement hang over her, dragging her down until no other man dared marry her. This was the price for betraying him.

After hanging up, Emily looked triumphantly at Brielle, trying to detect. even a hint of panic on her face, but Brielle sat there calmly, even nonchalant. Seeing that Emily was done, she simply crossed her arms, “Shall we start with the apologies now?”

Emily’s face stiffened, her fingertips trembling with anger.

How shameless could this woman be, still so composed after being caught in an affair.

Sophia, unable to stand the atmosphere in the room, felt disgusted by

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everything around her. Lillian had been right. Brielle was indeed unprincipled.

She took a deep breath, eager to quickly end things here, so without hesitation, she bent down.

“Brielle, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hired someone to come after you. I hope you can forgive my foolishness.”

Sophia had been holding back her emotions from the beginning, and after saying her piece, she waited for Brielle’s response.

Brielle looked at Emily, raising an eyebrow, “And you?”

Emily was so angry her face turned ashen, unable to utter a single word. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Brielle not only wanted to dismiss her but also demanded an apology now. It was nothing short of wishful thinking.

“Go to hell! Brielle, I won’t let you get away with this.”