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.

without Spencer? Ha, she’d been

hard it started to

update me on the details.

the earlier scene where Lillian.

were subtle, and the place was in disarray.

to an end at this

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to Miranda, “Ms. Miranda, I shall

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

wasn’t just Lillian; the entire Haywood clan

guests whispered among themselves, and even as they walked out, they

ball taken away to

had nailed themselves to the pillar of shame.

without hesitation, her mission for the evening

ties with

annulled her

admire

the Haywoods knew her thoughts, the fainted Miranda might just

just passed the last floral wall when she saw a man standing

It was Max.

the hall, and, by chance, their paths were

and quickened her pace

she could speak, Max commented, “You really

her arms around

fingers gently

recall her verbal sparring in

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

a man could be