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.

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

face paled with anger. He got up to dress, a wildfire of wrath spreading through

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Brielle stoop so low! What made her different from a prostitute right

the thought of breaking off the engagement was unbearable. How could

in Spencer’s mouth, his breath hot with rage. Once dressed, he clenched his

up and wrapped her arms around his waist, “Whatever decision you make, I’m with you, Spencer.

man for me.”

this context was implicitly a jab at Brielle’s promiscuity.

filled with hate and anger, and in the end, he pushed her back onto the bed. “Lillian, you’re the best. That… that woman can’t even compare to one of your fingers.”

by saying this could he

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

of panic on her face, but Brielle sat there calmly, even nonchalant. Seeing that Emily was done, she simply crossed her

fingertips

woman be, still so composed after

to stand the atmosphere in

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