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

so hard it started to bleed.

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

she hadn’t taken Lillian seriously at all, making the earlier scene where Lillian. went to great lengths during the first half

everyone’s expressions were subtle, and the place was in

had come to an end at this

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forgetting to bid farewell to

quests out, watching Brielle leave triumphantly, his resentful gaze

entire Haywood clan would become a

walked out, they couldn’t resist looking back to enjoy

the ball taken away

had nailed themselves to the pillar of

mission for the evening

cut ties with the Haywood clan.

she annulled her engagement

her pace to admire the floral walls arranged by

fainted Miranda might

the last floral wall when she saw a man standing

It was Max.

hall, and, by chance,

and quickened her pace

speak, Max commented, “You really stole the

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

his fingers

verbal sparring

even the most vibrant flowers couldn’t compare to the faint smile in his eyes.

knew a man could