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. She fought down the nausea and handed the

are no good, Spencer really takes the cake. The car

curiosity piqued. “How do

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

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

remover, then threw the empty

to a hot stud. If

office door. “I’ll go up

about to refuse when the conference

Bang!

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Chapter 46

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 in this

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 takes time for the funds to be approved. Besides, finance may not even approve it. Everything here was personally picked by Mr. Spencer.

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

for a long time. And