Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 95

Spencer picked up the call quickly, already at his suburban villa, having just had sex with Lillian, a way to soothe her.

Lillian lay gently in his arms, yet she couldn’t shake the desire to reach out to Max. She had to find a chance to talk to him.

The ringtone of her phone broke her train of thought. As the name. Emily flashed on the screen, a dark gleam crossed her eyes.

Spencer knew Emily worked at Dorsey International. Lillian had mentioned her before, but he hadn’t expected her to call him directly. “What’s up?”

Emily looked triumphantly at Brielle and raised her voice, “Mr. Spencer, I’m at Brielle’s place. Is the man in her bedroom you?”

Spencer’s grip on the phone tightened instantly, his tone turned menacing, “What man?”

“There’s a man in Brielle’s bedroom, but the door’s closed. I thought it. was you. If it’s not you, then who could it be? Aren’t you two engaged? Could it be she’s brought another man home?”

Spencer was seething with rage, feeling utterly humiliated. “That… that bitch’s affairs are none of my business! She could parade a hundred men around for all I care!” He hung up without hesitation, his chest heaving with fury.

Lillian was lying right beside him, hearing every word clearly. She was secretly pleased, thinking keeping Emily around was indeed useful.

you check it out? Emily’s not wrong. Bri is your fiancée, after all. She’s been in and out of the police station, now hiding men in

anger. He got up to dress, a wildfire of wrath

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stoop so low! What made her different from a

of breaking off the engagement was unbearable. How could he accept that?

his breath hot with rage. Once dressed, he clenched his teeth, “Lillian, you don’t blame me

his waist, “Whatever decision you make, I’m with you, Spencer. In

man for me.”

context was implicitly a jab at Brielle’s promiscuity.

he pushed her back onto the bed. “Lillian, you’re the best. That… that woman can’t even compare to one of your

this could he

was he who rejected Brielle, feeling she was tainted, not that he was the one being abandoned. He wouldn’t break off the engagement just to teach Brielle a lesson, to have the engagement hang over her, dragging her down until no other man dared

up, Emily looked triumphantly at Brielle, trying to detect. even a hint of panic on her face, but Brielle sat there calmly, even nonchalant. Seeing

her fingertips trembling with anger.

still so composed after being

atmosphere in the room, felt

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