Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 138

Andrew rubbed his temples, his gaze softening. “There’s no need for formalities between us. If you don’t want Sophia to apologize, I’ll let it slide. Thirty million is nothing to fret over.”

Tessa was well aware that thirty million was merely pocket change for him, but the thought of Brielle getting such a windfall made her uneasy. “It’s Sophia’s mistake, but you shouldn’t let others take advantage like that.”

She was testing the waters to gauge Andrew’s feelings toward Brielle. Something seemned off. and she wondered if it was because of a few words Sophia had said in his presence. Tessa was growing restless. Any other woman who dared speak to Andrew like this wouldn’t live to see another day, yet Brielle was not only spared but also walked away with a thirty million dollar check.

“Drop it with her, Tessa. You need to focus on getting better.”

Andrew couldn’t possibly reveal Brielle’s connection to Max. If Michael found out, Brielle would have to vanish from Beaconsfield in a heartbeat.

“Alright, I’ll drop it.”

Tessa was sharp, not the type to beat a dead horse. She probed into the Hatfield family’s stance on Emily and pondered making them target Brielle. Much to her surprise, the Hatfields hadn’t lifted a finger to bail out Emily, who remained behind bars.

planned to send Emily abroad for studies–a polite euphemism for exile, a common practice among the elite–she was even more unsettled. Was it

line, realizing it was time for

Tessa’s attention. She and Tiffany were already in the car. Tiffany was in high spirits that evening, her smile never leaving her face. At a red light, she tapped the steering wheel, “Brielle, I really owe you one. My birthdays are usually such downers, but today was a blast from start to finish. If anything like this comes up again, hit me up on

out her phone.

and chuckled. “Alivial was all over the place, asking who had the snowflake avatar. I had a hunch it was you,

I was right.”

How did

group chat. Probably grilled the whole social circle, but no

steered the car, her expression growing serious, “Between Alivia and Tessa, those are. two tough cookies. Don’t mess with

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