Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 112

Brielle’s expression darkened, but before she could utter a word, Kenzo interjected with a counter. “Mr. Spencer, do you always speak so harshly to your fiancée?”

The word “fiancée” struck a nerve in Spencer. The disgust and disdain on his face were as clear as day, as if Brielle were some piece of trash, disgusting to even glance at.

“Brielle is just trash. She deserves nothing more than my contempt. Kenzo, don’t tell me you’ve grown a soft spot for her? There are a million women pining for you. Can you even keep track? And remember how Tiffanie got turned down by you in public? Then she went on a spree, living it up. It didn’t seem to affect you one bit. Mr. Kenzo, your heart is as hard as stone. What right do you have to judge me?”

Spencer said this with a smug tone, not feeling the slightest bit ashamed for embarrassing his own cousin. In his eyes, Tiffanie was no better–had she any self–respect, she wouldn’t have stirred up so many scandals. She and Brielle were cut from the same cloth, utterly lost without

a man.

“Having dinner with Brielle, don’t you ever think of Tiffanie? They’re the same kind of woman, groveling at men’s feet, desperate for attention–it’s sickening.”

Spencer was speaking out of sheer anger, his words as harsh as could be. By the time he regained his composure, Brielle’s slap had already connected.

“Smack!”

carried an unusual force. His cheek stung fiercely, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He felt a bitter mix of self–pity and hatred as he touched his

have? Wasn’t it

thick hate, there was an unmistakable twinge of heartache.

Spencer? Who I sleep with is none of your business. We’ll annul this engagement sooner or later. Why the temper tantrum? Are you disgusted by me but also waiting for your

game–such humiliating

her palm, which had reddened from the force

probably not

me anytime. But I’ve got other matters to attend to, so I’ll

cough, “Sure,

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an astonished Spencer,

a sneer, “To fuss over a

amusing, as Spencer desperately slandered Brielle like a petulant child. The more he