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.

Spencer? Ha, she’d been wanting to

her lip so hard it started to bleed.

“You don’t need to update me on the details. Just follow the procedures.”

all, making the earlier scene where Lillian. went to great lengths during the

glanced around; everyone’s expressions were subtle, and

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to bid farewell to Miranda, “Ms. Miranda, I shall

out, watching Brielle

just Lillian; the entire Haywood clan would become

whispered among themselves, and even as they walked out, they couldn’t resist looking back to enjoy the Haywoods‘ dismay.

the belle of the ball taken

to the pillar of

without hesitation, her mission for the evening

cut ties with the

she annulled her

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

Haywoods knew her thoughts, the fainted

wall when she

It was Max.

and, by chance, their paths were the

amusing and quickened her pace to join

Max commented, “You really stole the show

her arms around his neck, “Glad I didn’t

looked down, his fingers

but recall her verbal sparring in the

cheeks began to rise as she felt that even the most vibrant flowers couldn’t compare to the faint

never knew a man