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.”

opening, feeling a wave

cheap bottle with a look of pity. “As much as the Dorsey men are no good, Spencer really takes the cake.

from the desk, her curiosity piqued. “How do

vigorously. “Because I bought the same model, an import. I often buy cars, and my dear cousin asked me

are you telling

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 hardly close, after

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

I’ll introduce you to a hot stud. If men can

door. “I’ll go up first to get my card from

was about to refuse when

Bang!

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was no opportunity to say

been desecrated by Spencer and Lillian’s antics. She stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, calling Lucinda inside. “Get someone to replace everything

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 takes time for the funds to be approved. Besides, finance may not even

sooner had 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 long time. And now,