Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 213

Lillian was shaking all over, the sound of Connor’s voice still ringing in her ears, making her feel so nauseated she wanted to vomit. She ran to the bathroom, but with nothing in her stomach from the night before, there was nothing to bring up.

Catching her reflection in the mirror, she looked a mess, bruised all over. The lingerie she had carefully chosen were torn to shreds.

The knocking at the door was growing louder, and she could even hear the two people she had planted stirring the pot, making her blood boil with rage.

“That’s the room, I swear I saw Brielle dash in there, isn’t that the room of Mr. Connor from Apex Dynamics?”

“Mr. Connor? Isn’t he the one who just lost his wife?”

“Ugh, she’d go for a guy like that? He gave me the creeps with the way he looked at me last night. Brielle really isn’t picky, is she?”

The hallway was filled with young onlookers, all eager for some juicy gossip, especially if it involved catching someone in a scandal. Even Spencer had been summoned.

Lillian had explicitly instructed her people to make sure Spencer showed up. Now there he was, standing among the crowd with a dark expression, hardly able to believe Brielle could get involved with Connor.

Brielle had once been his fiancée; had she really sunk this low? Strangely. Spencer felt

it seemed they were trying to read something in his face. Spencer pursed his lips. He had thought about reconciling with Brielle, but if she was truly this disgusting,

agreed to end the engagement precisely because I knew what kind of person she was, and this isn’t the first time she’s done

disgusted that Brielle could stoop so low and still deny him while maintaining a disdainful

into Spencer’s heart, and he couldn’t help but let a

nodded in agreement; they had heard the two were

down the door, and a few robust young men took the initiative. kicking at it repeatedly. Those who had come for the spectacle were the types who

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sound of the door being battered, desperate to find a hiding place. But the room was

been torn to pieces, she wrapped herself in a bedsheet. She moved to the window, but saw that the garden below was filled with people enjoying their

She was trapped.

watched as the door nearly gave way and she shot a hateful glance at Connor, “Mr. Connor, think of something, will you?”

of this woman. “Lillian, why don’t you just settle down with me? I won’t short–change you or Bri. How about fifty thousand a month in pocket money? What do you say?”

grab the vase nearby and smash it

her? He should take a long