Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 137

The buzz in the chat groups was like wildfire, and it wasn’t long before the videos made its way to Andrew and Kenzo.

Andrew, a member of just a couple of groups, paused mid–sip as the video popped up on his screen. He glanced at Kenzo, who had just settled beside him. “Isn’t that Brielle’s fiancé?”

The video was crystal clear; even a blind man couldn’t miss it.

Kenzo offered a gentle smile. “Yeah, that’s him. Did Brielle take this footage?”

Brielle didn’t seem the type to stir up drama.

Andrew snorted, his mind darting immediately to Tiffanie. “I bet it was Tiffanie. Spencer’s her cousin, and she’s really thrown him under the bus this time.”

Twirling his phone with a mischievous grin, Andrew mused, “So, Brielle’s fiancé has been playing the field, no wonder she got cozy with Max. I thought she was just climbing the social ladder for a career boost, but looks like she’s playing a much bigger game–sleeping with her fiance’s uncle for revenge.”

in her scheming ways. He set his phone down and looked at Kenzo. “You’re all over the tabloids with Brielle, and you haven’t bothered to clear the air. Any other time there’s gossip about you and

demeanor still soft, though Andrew knew the man was cunning as

keeping Brielle on the side. I’m rumored to be with Brielle, and her fiancé is Max’s nephew. The waters are muddied, and when all this comes to a head, it’s going

scoff. “You creative types and your deep games. Have you told Alivia

possession. If she really finds out there’s another woman by his side, she’ll probably return to the country immediately. Then there will be another round of turmoil at

he didn’t want to put himself through this

took a sip of his drink, and couldn’t help

if I did like her, Max would never allow it. And Tiffanie’s flaky mom has pushed her daughter to the

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her with substantial security, to pull her from the abyss, but Kenzo wasn’t that man. In fact,

was sowing wheat, she wanted to grow roses. She sought romance, not survival.

knew about Tiffanie’s mother, which explained her current state. This was also

tainted with filth, savagery, and contempt. She wasn’t born from hopeful expectations; she

lounge was quiet. The two men had come out for a casual drink. Aubree, who had arrived first, had vanished. Andrew didn’t bother looking for her; he never cared what Aubree