Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 96

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Emily spun on her heel and departed without another word, leaving Sophia standing there, her face contorted in anger. Clenching her at her side, she spat out, “I’ve apologized already. If Emily doesn’t want. to make amends, that’s her business. Can I go now?”

She sneered to herself, thinking about calling Andrew the moment she was out the door to say she’d done her part. After that, how she’d deal with Brielle was nobody’s concern. She sure as heck wasn’t going to let Brielle off the hook for humiliating her like this.

Brielle pushed herself to her feet, leaning heavily on the cane resting. beside her. “Andrew must have told you both to apologize together. Since Emily’s gone, today’s little show doesn’t count. Find another time, and make sure you both show up.”

Sophia was incredulous, feeling like she’d been played for a fool. “Brielle, the only reason I’m standing here is out of respect for Andrew. Who do you think you are, anyway? Without him, someone of your status wouldn’t even have the right to speak to me.” She was fuming, her face red with rage, yet she bit back her anger, remembering Andrew’s instructions.

As Brielle reached the bedroom door, she saw it ajar, with Max about to step out.

Quick as a flash, Brielle slipped through the door and pushed him back

inside.

Outside, Sophia caught just a glimpse of a man’s silhouette through the crack before it vanished.

his face, but she sensed he had an air of distinction about

B

it amusing to see Max

less than an hour,

“Afraid?”

seemed oblivious to the chaos their exposure would bring, not

tall and unaffected, but what about her? The slightest flick of a wrist from those people could erase her

hand, hidden behind her, clenched tight, her nails digging into her palm. “Not now,

was left cooling her heels and eventually

no answer. Sophia was livid. If it weren’t for

a fit of pique, she blocked Emily’s number, vowing never to see that wretch again. As for explaining to Andrew, she’d simply say Emily wasn’t cooperative. And if Brielle dared to tattle to him, Sophia would just spill the beans to Tessa,

a living nightmare.

with her plotting, Sophia scoffed

down. Finding his phone, she looked up at him. “Uncle Max, can

for a call?”

to others, but given Brielle’s soft tone and fluttering eyes, Max relented.