Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 46

Spencer’s face went as pale as a sheet, shooting Tiffanie a venomous glare before reluctantly pushing the door open and walking in.

Tiffanie turned, a playful smirk dancing across her face as she eyed Brielle. “No need to thank me. Consider it a thank you for the makeup remover.”

Brielle found Tiffanie’s audacity amusing and raised an eyebrow. “It’s in my office. Let’s

go.”

Tiffanie flashed her cute little fangs in a grin, obediently trailing behind Brielle.

As they reached the director’s office downstairs, Tiffanie took a quick look around before her a

gaze settled on the desk.

“You really should get a new desk. I once caught Spencer pressing Lillian against this one. Just last year. The whole corridor could hear her moans.”

frozen on the drawer she was opening, feeling a wave of revulsion.

a look of pity. “As much as the Dorsey men are no good, Spencer really takes the cake. The car he bought

desk, her curiosity piqued. “How

onto her arm and rubbing vigorously. “Because I bought the same model, an import. I often buy cars, and my dear cousin

are you telling

indeed disappeared completely. “Because you’re the new director, I figured you ought to know. And as for why I’m telling you only now, I thought if you were naive enough to be fooled by him for a lifetime, then you’re not worth a few minutes of my time. We’re

used up an entire bottle of makeup remover, then threw the empty container into

to Tequila Sunset tonight. I’ll introduce you to a

was the picture of innocence as she opened the office door. “I’ll go

refuse when the conference room door

Bang!

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opportunity to

wave of disgust, wondering if the couch had also been desecrated by Spencer and Lillian’s

had heard from friends upstairs that Spencer was in the building and assumed Brielle would soon be out. Her tone was dismissive. “Ms. Haywood, you might want to hold off on that. Replacing things requires a report to the finance department, and it

the words left her mouth than a cup of ice-cold coffee splashed across her face. Lucinda was in a sorry state, brown coffee flowing down from the top of her head, dripping onto her clothes along her chin. She paused for a

that for a long time. And now, I