Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 170

Max withdrew his hand, pulling out a handkerchief and silently wiping his fingertips.

Faith felt a jolt of humiliation but dared not offend him.

“He’s just two years younger than me.”

His casual remark felt like a barrage of slaps to both Faith and Spencer.

Indeed, how could they forget that Max was only two years older than Spencer?

Using himself to put down Spencer was an absolute crushing defeat. They were not even on the same level; there was no comparison.

Spencer was unworthy of even being mentioned in the same breath as him.

Spencer cast his eyes down, his shoulders drooping in defeat.

Faith, her lips quivering, was now too scared to utter another word.

With Max stepping forward, the atmosphere in the room seemed to reach a breaking point..

A few officers stood still, watching Lillian’s ashen face. Eventually, one of them couldn’t hold back. “Miss Brielle, we will keep you updated on the progress of the case, and we thank you for your trust in the police force.”

It was a mere formality, but it served to cut through the tense air.

Lillian was speechless, her reasoning burnt to cinders by rage upon hearing Faith’s words..

Faith wanted to give up on her, hoping Spencer would not engage with her, even wishing for Brielle to become her daughter–in–law.

Lillian felt a lump in her chest. As she stared at Max, surrounded by admirers, determination. shined in her eyes.

Everyone looked down on her, laughing at her, but just wait. Once she climbed her way to Max, she’d serve up a harsh reality check to those who dared to ridicule her.

Ha, she’d been wanting to kick that man to

bit her lip so hard

Brielle’s indifferent voice, “You don’t need to update me on

earlier scene where Lillian. went to great lengths during the first half of the banquet

were subtle, and the place was

had come to an end at

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to bid farewell to Miranda, “Ms. Miranda,

ushering the quests out, watching Brielle leave triumphantly, his resentful gaze as if it could pierce her

entire Haywood clan would become a laughingstock.

even as they walked out, they

ball taken away to the police

to

without hesitation, her mission for the evening

with the

she annulled her engagement

feeling good, slowing her pace to admire the floral walls arranged by the Haywoods.

her thoughts, the fainted Miranda might just

had just passed the last floral wall when she saw a

It was Max.

had left the hall, and, by chance, their paths were the

it amusing and quickened her pace

speak, Max commented, “You really stole the show tonight.”

resist wrapping her arms around his neck, “Glad I didn’t embarrass you, Mr. Dorsey.”

his fingers gently pinching her

her verbal sparring in the hall. She was quite

felt that even the most vibrant flowers couldn’t compare to

knew a man could