Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 76

Brielle felt a chill creeping through her bones, her eyes widening in disbelief as she watched the two officers flip through the photos.

The man remained maddeningly unflappable, “She’s my girlfriend. Just a little tiff we’re having. She’s denying me now, but officers, this is just a lovers‘ spat, isn’t it? No need to drag us down to the station, right?”

His face was all smiles, but his eyes were full of malice. Clearly, he had planned this all along.

Brielle pressed her lips together, knowing all too well how domestic disputes tended to be downplayed by the police when the word “relationship” was mentioned. Her face darkened as her gaze fixed on the suit jacket clutched in the man’s hand.

With a sleazy grin, the man said, “Honey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that tonight. Come on over here, and we’ll sort everything out back at home.”

The photos he provided were damningly realistic, and even though Brielle knew they were falsified, she couldn’t immediately prove it otherwise.

The officers looked a bit shaken, and finally, they sighed. “Why can’t you young lovebirds just sit down and talk things out without making a scene and calling us?”

The man, with a roguish sneer, hands in his pockets, replied, “Ah, well, you know how emotional women can get. Sorry to bother you officers, I’ll just take her and we’ll be on our way.”

gaze sharp. “Officers, there should be a

phones rang, indicating some directive from the higher–ups. This guy was bold

call was from someone with the

their hands dismissively, “Alright, no need to make a scene out of a lovers‘

intervened. The night’s events

she turn to? The

for her, and going back to them, hat in hand, would probably just amuse them. She couldn’t be left here. With this guy’s methods,

photos, any defense she offered would seem like

couldn’t go back to her apartment or to the Haywood family, and

man didn’t expect Brielle to make such a move and furrowed his brow, but ultimately, he

was just unwilling to reconcile with her boyfriend, sighed. “Miss, are you really not planning

hurt your relationship. You’re both so young. Why can’t you discuss

the suit in the man’s hands, feeling a tightness

more than a

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premises, stopping about two hundred meters from Premier Palace’s gates. Brielle, barefoot

watched her retreating figure, shaking their heads. “Young folks these days are