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.”

promised you’d terminate your engagement to Brielle within two

hold a candle to you.”

time, which had been a deliberately orchestrated farce by Lillian, designed to elicit Spencer’s criticisms of

etched

much more

then, Brielle had cherished Lillian like a sister, never suspecting her

Tiffanie started recording

a near–scream, grabbing

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frowned, his voice tight with discomfort,

with her phone, his indignation peaked,

us, let’s run quickly. The two of us can’t beat him alone. I’ve already posted the video in the group, and

be so quick. She chuckled. Tiffanie was a

paparazzo.

is mine. Do 1 need to remind

tingled with fury. He hadn’t expected Brielle to confront him personally. But indeed, the villa was hers, and

pressed together, a spark of thought crossed