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 kick that man to

her lip so hard it started to bleed.

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

if she hadn’t taken Lillian seriously at all, making the earlier scene where Lillian. went to great lengths during the first half of the banquet look like a clownish act.

were subtle, and the place was in disarray.

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

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

the entire

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

the belle of the ball taken away to the

had nailed themselves to the pillar of

her mission for

cut ties with

she annulled her engagement

admire the floral walls arranged by the

knew her thoughts, the fainted Miranda might just wake

floral wall when she saw a man standing there.

It was Max.

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

quickened her pace to join

she could speak, Max commented, “You really

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

his fingers gently pinching her

recall her verbal sparring in the hall. She was

the most vibrant flowers

never knew a man could be so bewitching.