Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 177

The reporter nodded with satisfaction, pulling out his smartphone to display his account.

A hefty sum of ten thousand dollars swiftly landed in his account. He dove into a few online forums and, true to his word, shared the photos far and wide.

Meanwhile, Spencer sat numbly in his car, staring blankly at the palm of his hand where he could still feel the lingering warmth of Brielle’s touch.

Over the years, Spencer and Brielle hadn’t been close. There were no hugs, no kisses, none of the usual couple’s intimacies had passed between them.

When he had pinned her down earlier, he was struck by the vividness of her expression.

But the thought of her showing that face to other men made Spencer’s stomach turn.

Brielle’s performance at the banquet embarrassed him greatly, and he was determined to retaliate. That was why he deliberately orchestrated this scene.

Brielle’s eagerness to sever ties only made Spencer more determined to keep her entangled in his life.

As for Lillian, a little sweet–talk would smooth things over.

His mother was right: Lillian’s reputation was tarnished, and his grandfather wouldn’t allow him to be entangled with a woman of her standing. He just couldn’t let her go.

could keep Lillian, why couldn’t he do

more to her? And after all these years without

was sure Brielle would come crawling back to

at her apartment, Brielle bolted her door with shaking

breakfast this morning.

bile, and cold sweat broke out across her

for some

dial for an ambulance, but her vision blurred, and her hands shook too much to

had returned from their vacation, and it was the perfect occasion for

away from overtime at the office by a call from

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for the

his position, who hoped to leave

a work call, was about to step into the hall

the voices of the two old gentlemen conversing could be heard, along with the compliments from the younger generation. He heard someone

screen flashed Brielle’s

stepped aside.