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.

live without Spencer? Ha, she’d been wanting to kick that man to

hard it

update me on the details. Just follow the procedures.”

as if she hadn’t taken Lillian seriously at all, making the earlier scene where Lillian. went to

glanced around; everyone’s expressions were subtle, and the place was

an

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softly, not forgetting to bid farewell to

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

tonight, it wasn’t just Lillian; the entire Haywood

among themselves, and even as they walked out,

the ball taken away

Haywoods had nailed themselves to the pillar

left without hesitation, her mission for the

cut ties with

her

slowing her pace to admire the floral walls arranged by the

Haywoods knew her thoughts, the fainted

floral wall when

It was Max.

left the hall, and, by chance, their paths

found it amusing and quickened her pace to

“You really stole the

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

his fingers

couldn’t help but recall her verbal sparring in the

that even the most vibrant flowers

knew a man could be