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.

she couldn’t live without Spencer? Ha, she’d been wanting

lip so hard it

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

where Lillian. went

everyone’s expressions were subtle, and the

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chuckled softly, not forgetting to bid farewell to Miranda, “Ms. Miranda, I shall take

while Robert busied himself with ushering the quests out, watching Brielle leave triumphantly, his resentful gaze as if

Lillian; the entire Haywood

even as they walked out, they couldn’t resist looking back

the belle of the ball taken away

Haywoods had nailed themselves to the pillar of shame.

her mission for the evening

ties with the Haywood clan.

annulled her engagement

her pace to admire the floral walls arranged by the

thoughts, the fainted Miranda might just wake up again.

last floral wall

It was Max.

hall, and, by

and quickened her pace to join

she could speak, Max commented, “You really stole the show

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

down, his fingers gently pinching her

but recall her verbal sparring in the hall.

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

man could be so