Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 92

Brielle felt the top button of her blouse choking her and raised her hand to unfasten it, but Max caught her wrist, “Or maybe try a different

outfit.”

A smirk played at the corners of Brielle’s mouth; his possessiveness was baffling at times.

She turned and grabbed a light turtleneck sweater from her closet, not showing any sign of bashfulness as she stripped off the one she was wearing. After changing, she twirled in front of him, “Is this better?”

Max averted his gaze, his naturally long lashes casting a shadow, “Barely.”

Rolling her eyes inwardly, Brielle walked towards the living room, making sure to grab her cane.

She shut the bedroom door behind her with a soft click.

Sophia and Emily had been waiting impatiently outside the door, their hands raised to knock again when it swung open.

Brielle hadn’t expected them. She arched an eyebrow lightly, then offered a cool smile, “Make yourselves at home. Don’t be shy.”

Sophia had initially intended to directly give Brielle a piece of her mind, but upon encountering Brielle’s smile, it felt like punching into cotton, losing the intended impact. She glanced around the modest room, which in comparison to her luxurious villa, could only be described as

humble.

to mask her

on the couch, placing her cane beside her, “Come in, don’t just stand there at the door.”

Chapter 92

“Brielle, don’t get so

of water had long gone cold. She picked it up and took

glass down and found a comfortable position, eyes fixed on the two visitors. “Who’s the

mastermind?”

to throw the fruit from the table at Brielle’s face. This despicable bitch was ignoring

casual demeanor only aggravated Emily further.

Emily moved forward, aiming to stomp on her foot. But Brielle was quick to dodge, retracting her

and she almost screamed as she lunged

Brielle.

grabbing Emily’s arm with impatience. “Andrew sent us to apologize. If you don’t play along, he’ll throw me back to the police station. Emily, I don’t care what beef you

more sense than Emily’s twisted rage. She shot a disdainful look at Brielle, planning her revenge for after this was all over, but for now, she couldn’t act on impulse, not with Andrew’s

disobedience.

and it was Emily who detests you. I just hired that thug, gave him a

before but only from a distance. Now, up close, she realized how stunning Brielle was.

the empty glass down,

hate me?”