Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 72

Love not only brought bitterness but also pain. It made one lose oneself, become weak, and never be able to harden their heart again.

“Crack.” Brielle popped open a can tab, placing a Coke in front of her.

Aubree stubbed out her cigarette, unable to resist taking several large gulps, “Besides, the Dorsey family has Michael keeping watch.”

Aubree seemed especially concerned that Brielle would lose her head, especially since she’d already taken a fall for Spencer.

But Spencer, what was he anyway? Nothing but a rain puddle, easily filled and forgotten.

Aubree was about to add more when she noticed Brielle had already piled up a bunch of files, seriously sorting through work documents. Her genuine concern seemed laughably out of place at this sight, but then she thought again and couldn’t help but give a thumbs up.

go! That’s the spirit. Keep it up. You got an orgasm and you got a promotion to boot. Hell, I’d have taken a few more nights with

thought of the watch Andrew had snapped up made her smile fade slightly. She knew how much Aubree was hurting. After pining for

“Someone’s just finished delivering a gift to their sweetheart and must be feeling lonely. I’ve got to go.” Her tone was indifferent as if it didn’t matter at all. “This is my apology gift to you, I shouldn’t have

it.”

about to refuse when she caught a look from

watch, why would they care about a little cash?” She spoke nonchalantly, but Brielle still detected a deep, hidden self–loathing. Once Aubree had left, she opened the gift box. It was a practical necklace, perfect for everyday wear. After a moment’s thought, she carefully placed the necklace in the drawer. Returning to her computer desk, she saw new emails, mostly from her department. After

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was aware she was losing control. She had to do something

Beaconsfield College forum. Brielle took

about her.

first posts to defame her dated back seven years. For

have to think hard to know whose handiwork it was. Lillian was an expert at this, leaving herself spotless, the picture of

sister, too afraid of crushing her self–esteem to tell anyone Lillian wasn’t really the Haywood family’s

delicate and easily bullied, Miranda had said–Lillian is frail and an