Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 165

The room was abuzz with chatter, each remark sharp enough to skewer Brielle where she stood.

Meanwhile, Lillian, having delivered her barb, didn’t miss a beat to gauge Max’s reaction. Even if Max valued Brielle’s skills, would he continue to favor her knowing this side of her? A smirk curled on Lillian’s lips, her heart brimming with smug satisfaction.

“Bri, come up here, will you?”

Everyone expected Brielle to remain reticent, but she slowly set down her glass and made her way to the stage.

Even Lillian was taken aback, puzzled by what Brielle might be plotting, but in a heartbeat, her excitement surged. It was all the better for Brielle to show her face; it would be a spectacle for the entire Beaconsfield social elite to witness Brielle’s true, ugly colors.

Miranda, standing nearby, was stunned too, but as she watched Brielle approach, her eyes. reddened with the prospect of a sentimental mother–daughter scene.

Brielle, however, simply took the microphone from Miranda’s hand and turned to face the crowd.

“The kindness the Haywood family has shown me is something I will never forget,” she began. her voice steady.

Miranda and

that ten million, a fire had been burning in her heart. Now, she finally felt a sense of triumph. She patted Brielle on the

again.”

reluctance. “No need to apologize, Bri hasn’t done anything wrong. Like she said, she was only

and magnanimous, a stark contrast to Brielle’s earlier defensiveness. This only reinforced to the onlookers the importance of one’s lineage; after all one’s genes dictated

her tone nonchalant, “I indeed haven’t done anything wrong, so I never considered apologizing.”

in a collective gasp. No one expected Brielle

the Haywood family’s kindness. Miranda, didn’t you accept the ten million I wired

the transaction appeared on the large

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her charity work at the orphanage, was now hijacked

up? Panic gripped Miranda. How could she explain the ten million without raising suspicions?

in, feigning shock, “Mom, Bri’s really gone all out for you, hasn’t she? To send your ten million like that, it’s the first time she’s ever given you such a gift. Are you regretting taking me back now? I’m not as capable

tone was playful and slightly reproachful, transforming the transaction into a generous gift from a daughter to her