Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 126

Aubree pulled out a cigarette, her fingers deftly flicking a lighter to life as she brought the flame to the tip. A perfect smoke ring drifted from her lips, her eyes brimming with mocking curiosity to see just how far Andrew would go for Tessa,

Andrew had always looked down on petty catfights, yet now, standing amidst a gaggle of women, he seemed utterly at ease.

Across the crowd, Aubree caught Brielle’s gaze. With an unspoken agreement, neither made a move to greet the other. Aubree nonchalantly gestured towards the inside of the venue, signaling she would head in first.

Brielle nodded in understanding, preferring not to have Aubree witness Andrew’s defense of Tessa. With a casual stride, Aubree walked away, leaving the brewing storm behind her.

Andrew watched her leave without a word or a hint of guilt. After all, a fling could never hold a candle to true love. His lips pressed together as he thought of Brielle and the looming presence of Max behind her. The apology he had promised was still pending.

He took a deep breath, rarely speaking with such patience to an arm candy. “Name your price for compensation, as long as it’s not too outrageous, I’ll meet it.”

His words were clear to all those present, sparking surprise among the crowd who knew Andrew’s temper to be quite the foe.

Sophia was puzzled at first but quickly realized Andrew was backing her up. It was clear that Tessa was his priority. Her spine straightened with pride, a smugness dancing in her eyes.

actually ask for compensation. The woman wasn’t truly disfigured, and clinging to the issue would only provoke Andrew. In Beaconsfield, crossing Andrew was

Tiffanie thought Brielle was about to face a losing battle, but then, crisp and clear, Brielle spoke up, “Thirty million, transferred to my account

eyes twinkled with defiance, “Mr.

money, but the indignity of being blatantly extorted. He’d battled through storms and strife

demand, an eerie silence fell. Phones were sneakily recording,

checkbook with a surprisingly steady hand, signed a check, and approached Brielle, placing it in her outstretched palm. Leaning in close, his voice was a chilling whisper, “Remember this. You’re getting this because of Max. The day he dumps

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his message, Andrew headed inside. Brielle folded the check and slipped it into

guts, Brielle,

this world, you might provoke the devil, but never Andrew. This was an unwritten rule, yet Brielle had openly broken

crowd’s gaze shifted, wondering what advantage they could possibly seek from someone who didn’t fear

thick with silence. Even Sophia’s lips tightened, her face a canvas of ugly emotions. She should’ve simply apologized and avoided handing Brielle