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.

with more beauty than brains. Brielle had once been his fiancée; had she really sunk this low? Strangely. Spencer felt a twisted sense

on, it seemed they were trying to read something in his face. Spencer pursed his lips. He had thought about

end the engagement precisely because I knew what kind of person she was,

on pathological now. He felt disgusted that Brielle could stoop so low and still deny him while maintaining

he thought. A twisted sense of joy crept into Spencer’s heart, and he couldn’t help but let a smirk play on his lips, “Her affairs have nothing to

crowd nodded in agreement; they had heard the two were no longer engaged.

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

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Chapter 213

to find a hiding place.

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.

she shot a hateful glance at Connor, “Mr. Connor, think

previous night. Though groggy, he remembered the taste 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

with rage, itching to grab the vase nearby and smash it

with her? He should take a long hard look in the