Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 162

The crowd parted as Faith’s gaze landed on Max, her expression shifting noticeably. She made a beeline for Spencer, tugging gently at the lapel of his suit. “Max is here, and if there’s any drama tonight, let the Haywoods handle it. No need for you to play the hero,” she whispered, a hint of urgency in her voice.

Spencer remained silent, his eyes fixated on Brielle as she walked away, a growing redness rimming his eyes. “Mom, does the engagement really have to end?” he croaked, his voice hoarse with emotion, his head hanging low.

Faith glared at him with resentment and poked his head with her finger. “Spencer, what’s gotten into you? You’re the one who didn’t want Brielle, and you’ve been hounding me about calling off the engagement. And now, when it’s crunch time, you look like you’re the one who can’t let go?” Her words hit a nerve, and Spencer’s pain surfaced. Indeed, Brielle seemed utterly unaffected. To her, both he and the Haywoods appeared to be easily discardable.

“Mom, I…”

“Enough, you know she’s been fooling around with other men. Who knows how many times she’s been… you know. Don’t you find that disgusting? Drop it already. Besides, she doesn’t have the status now: she’s not in your league. If she hadn’t had a bit of talent, would Max even give her a second glance? Spencer, you need to start making a name for yourself. Now that your dad’s been ousted, you can’t keep dwelling on this puppy love.”

Faith had only one son, her pride and joy, but she knew all too well that business acumen was not his forte.

a particular phrase. “Uncle Max is only interested in her because of

to end the engagement? Brielle’s business savvy is well known, and Max sees potential in her. Have you ever met a woman with a sharper business

his

distinguished backgrounds. Everett, who married Victoria, he’s a world–renowned pianist. What’s Brielle in comparison?” This reassured Spencer. It wasn’t he who couldn’t measure up to Brielle. There was nothing to regret. His gaze softened as he looked over at Lillian, determined to cherish her from now on. Lillian sensed his stare and returned it with a bashful smile. At that moment, Spencer erased any lingering sentimentality, discarding

Chapter 162

at the front was illuminated by a spotlight. Miranda, the hostess, gracefully ascended to the podium, barely able to contain her glee. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she called out,

come to tonight’s gathering, a celebration in honor of

a smile toward Lillian below. “Lillian,

ever been to him. In the past, if they met, it was from a distance, but now, he was so near, she felt she could

indifferent to the commotion, quietly sipping his drink in a corner. Even when applause broke out, he remained stoic, not offering a glance,