Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 65

He quickly tucked his phone behind his back, feeling a cold sweat trickle down his spine. “Well, I won’t bother you any longer. With those words, Simon hastily made his exit, sliding into an inconspicuous spot before lifting his phone before his face again.

The chat was still a hot mess, with an overwhelming number of people bashing Brielle. It was as if a mob had suddenly stormed in with a vendetta-and for no apparent reason, since Brielle wasn’t even a celebrity.

On the other side of the screen, Lillian was glued to the live broadcast on her phone, her fingers deftly dialing another number. She couldn’t afford to let Brielle’s reputation flip Over the years, Lillian had nurtured a relationship with a professional online brigade Whether it was the forums at Beaconsfield College, Dorsey International, or elsewhere, she had her minions entrenched, constantly churning out negative press about Brielle

The strategy had proven effective.

There’s truth in the old saying: “A lie told often enough becomes the truth.” When all the chatter about someone was negative, people started to take it as gospel.

envy, Lillian stared at her phone screen, puzzled as to how Brielle had the gall to show up at such a high-profile event. Even Spencer hadn’t snagged an invite. What gave

against Brielle. As expected, the negative comments multiplied, quickly

a sigh of relief when she saw no one was left defending Brielle.

have you

[Nope, what’s up?]

the auction. I spotted Brielle there and it’s bugging me. I asked Spencer, and he

live-streamed by international media, but by now, it had

at the

personal life, Emily’s face twisted in disgust. There were plenty of North American playboys who knew how to party,

live broadcast had been brief, but Max had made an appearance. Considering Brielle’s

burning through her composure. Her chest heaved with a mix of anger and exasperation as she mulled over the nature

clue how to use it, so dull and stiff. Even Spencer wouldn’t give the time of