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.

but it was the kind of wealth that only fooled women with more beauty than brains. Brielle had once been his fiancée; had she really sunk this low? Strangely. Spencer felt a twisted sense of relief wash over him. It was

He had thought about reconciling with

what kind of person she was, and this isn’t the first

was bordering on pathological now. He felt disgusted that Brielle could stoop so low and still deny him while maintaining a disdainful facade towards him in public…

of joy crept into Spencer’s heart, and he couldn’t help but let a smirk play on

in agreement; they had heard the two

a few robust young men took the initiative. kicking at it repeatedly. Those who had

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

been torn to pieces, she wrapped herself in a bedsheet. She moved to the window, but saw that the garden

She was trapped.

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

remembered the taste of this woman. “Lillian, why don’t you just settle

the vase

thousand to sleep with her? He should take a long hard