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.

been wanting to

lip so hard

“You don’t need to update me

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

subtle, and the place was in

come to an

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

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

Lillian; the entire

whispered among themselves, and even as they walked out, they couldn’t resist looking

belle of the ball taken away to the

Haywoods had nailed themselves to the pillar

her mission for the evening accomplished.

cut ties with

her

good, slowing her pace to admire the

knew her thoughts, the fainted Miranda might just wake up

the last floral wall when she saw a man standing

It was Max.

and, by chance,

amusing and quickened

could speak, Max commented, “You really stole the

around his neck, “Glad I didn’t embarrass you, Mr.

his fingers gently

help but recall her verbal sparring

rise as she felt that even the most vibrant flowers

knew a man could be so bewitching.