Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 209

“Max, what should I say to Brielle? If she finds out it was me who called, she’ll never want to show up,” she said, her voice quivering with tears. She was still hoping to catch Max’s attention even at this perilous hour. She even pushed out her chest, trying to entice him, her voice thick and almost dripping with emotion.

Max didn’t even glance her way, instead frowning in disgust. “If she doesn’t come. I’ll kill you. What do you think you should say? Naturally, you should beg her to come save you.”

The cold barrel of the gun returned to Lillian’s head, and she truly believed that Max would kill her. This man had no heart: he was completely merciless.

Lillian felt like she’d been slapped repeatedly, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. The idea of calling Brielle to save her was laughable. All this humiliation came from Brielle, all because of her.

She dared not delay any longer, sobbing as she pressed the call button. The line was quickly picked up.

“Mr. Dorsey.” It was Brielle’s polite voice.

Lillian was truly terrified now, her tears falling nonstop, her speech broken, “Brielle, you need to come to the Hatfield family’s party venue. Max, he… I drugged him, he won’t let me touch him. and he said… he said he’ll kill me. Hurry over.”

Uttering these words, she felt as if her very bones were being crushed.

from her bed, first carefully checking the caller ID on her phone to confirm it was Max’s number. But why

“Lillian, do you realize what

who was smirking slightly. Her

used. Max allowed her to touch his phone only to test Brielle. So he could be cautious

formed in Lillian’s throat, “I’m begging you, Brielle.

now?! If anything happens to him.

explode. What on earth was going on with Max? How could he fall

threw on her clothes,

phone. She was afraid to imagine what was happening on

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Patrick? And

like she was boiling over, Max hadn’t called her. Could it be because

kill Lillian. Brielle wondered how much Max must be suffering.

the gas pedal, wishing she