Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 127

The sky was darkening, and the number of cars on the streets was increasing.

Brielle knew Lillian all too well. After the ordeal at the orphanage last night, she must have been clinging onto Spencer, pouring her woes into his willing ears, and likely showing off her bedroom prowess. This was prime time to catch them in the act.

Tiffanie’s eyes were sparkling with determination as she patted Brielle’s shoulder with sincere gratitude. “You’re a real pal, Brielle. Let’s do this. Lead the way, and I’ll drive us there right now.”

Brielle set the navigation for the suburban villa while Tiffanie asked if they should call a locksmith.

“No need, the code’s definitely Lillian’s birthday.”

Tiffanie, seeing Brielle’s confident reply, realized she must have been there before and felt a pang of sympathy. The sight that Brielle had seen at the villa wouldn’t be easy on her heart.

Flooring the gas pedal, Tiffanie had them parked outside the villa within twenty minutes. Brielle glanced at the lights glowing inside the villa and let out a cold laugh before heading straight to the front door. She punched in Lillian’s birthday, and the door swung open. Tiffanie, flushed with excitement, had her phone out, ready to start recording.

Upstairs, as suspected, Lillian’s voice echoed through the hallway. Pleasure and pain intermingled in her tone, eerily reminiscent of the first time Brielle stumbled upon their tryst. The difference now was Brielle’s mood.

She stopped outside the largest bedroom. The door to the master bedroom was ajar, and Spencer’s voice was full of eagerness, “Lillian, your waist is still so slender.”

engagement to Brielle within two

can’t hold a candle to

found their conversation amusing. It was far more restrained than what she had heard the first time, which had been a deliberately orchestrated farce by Lillian, designed to elicit Spencer’s criticisms of Brielle

heard was etched in Brielle’s memory

you’re so much

had cherished Lillian like a

Simultaneously, Tiffanie started recording the scandalous scene while snapping

near–scream,

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tight with discomfort, “Brielle! What are you doing here?”

with her phone, his indignation peaked, “Tiffanie, did you get that on

hid behind Brielle, whispering, “While he’s still undressed and wouldn’t dare to chase us, let’s run quickly. The two of us can’t

quick. She chuckled. Tiffanie was a waste not being

paparazzo.

mine. Do 1 need to remind you again? Take your

the villa was

lips pressed together, a spark of thought crossed his