Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 211

The bodyguard promptly let Brielle in with a respectful nod.

“Thank you,” Brielle said as she inquired about Max’s whereabouts before hurrying off in the direction she was given.

She had just turned down a narrow alley when she was stopped by one of the Haywood family’s bodyguards. “Ms. Brielle, we’ve been waiting for you.”

Brielle recognized the bodyguard from previous encounters with the Haywood family; he seemed to be one of Cameron’s men. A frown creased her forehead, “Where’s Lillian right now?”

The bodyguard feigned urgency, “Please follow me. They’ve been waiting for you for quite some time.”

Brielle was no fool. Had it been a bodyguard from the Hatfield family, she would have followed without question. But knowing the hatred the Haywood family harbored against her, she doubted the sincerity of their bodyguard’s intentions.

She took a step back, her expression wary. “No need, I’ll ask someone from the Hatfield family. myself.”

expected the bodyguard to get rough, but instead, he just stood there, watching her with an inscrutable gaze that unsettled her even more. With a frown, Brielle headed toward the security booth by the garden. It was

know was that Cameron had made preparations for this night and had already bought off this particular security guard. The

breathed a sigh of relief and quickly made her way into

into her palms as she yearned to witness Brielle’s downfall. A smirk curled on Lillian’s lips as she followed to the third floor and checked with her people, “Are all

set up in the room. Once it’s all over, we can pull the footage,” one of her men assured her.

she worried Max might grow angry if Brielle didn’t show up soon. “Go to the party and find a woman to take to Max’s room.”

we look for?”

she’s here too, isn’t she? She probably hates

Chapter 211

bodyguard nodded and

reached the door of room 3001. As she pushed it open a crack, a peculiar scent wafted out to her. It wasn’t the usual fragrance of perfume; it smelled more like some kind of drug.

she saw a man with a beer belly and bloodshot eyes standing not too far away, staring at her as

But Connor, who was used to women fawning over him, grasped her wrist, panting heavily.

one who called me over? Come on, sweetheart, I