Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 214

Everyone in the social circle knew Connor was shameless to the core. The scandal involving his wife had become the talk of the town, and his reputation had taken such a hit that he no longer feared public embarrassment.

Accusing someone like him was pointless. So, the crowd turned their jeering eyes toward the woman hiding her face beneath the bedsheet. And Lillian, shrouded beneath that sheet, felt surge of satisfaction as the mockery was directed at Brielle.

Desperate to escape, she dashed for the door, but with her vision obscured, she stumbled out of the room and took a tumble in the hallway, landing right at Spencer’s feet.

The onlookers burst into laughter again.

“Look at her now, what a joke! Guess her only shining moment was acing those finals, huh?”

“I heard she’s working at Dorsey International. Think Max knows how embarrassing his employee is?”

“What does Max have to do with this? He’s leagues above someone like Brielle. They’re in completely different worlds.”

upon hearing the mentions of Max. It infuriated her that everyone thought Max and Brielle shouldn’t mix, yet during his vulnerable moments under the influence, it was Brielle he

Brielle and not her? All she got was a night of humiliation from Connor.

sheet over her head, wrapping herself up tightly. Unaware that Spencer was right in front of her, she attempted to bolt past him, but Spencer, never one to let things slide, saw a perfect opportunity to embarrass Brielle, who had made him look like

you?” Spencer feigned concern, pulling her close, his hand reaching to peel away the

don’t!” She clung to the sheet. wishing she could vanish from the scene.

sounded more like Lillian than Brielle. As he peeled back the sheet slightly,

mess, her expression a silent plea. Spencer froze, disbelief

continued to taunt, “What’s wrong? Does it hurt to see your ex–fiancée like this,

sheet, Spencer? Let’s all see the state she’s in.”

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eyes amidst the internal turmoil, but he quickly covered Lillian again with the sheet. “Let’s leave her be,” he said to the

side. Blind and desperate, she leaned on him and whispered, audible only to them, “Spencer, please, get me

Spencer’s hatred for Brielle outweighed his disgust for Lillian. As they made their way out, the spectators followed, tossing