Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 215

Brielle had no idea what had just transpired, but she faintly caught her name being whispered. She glanced at the astonished crowd outside, a sly smile curling on her lips. “Morning, folks. Up with the dawn, I see.”

Their expressions changed in a heartbeat. If this clean, neatly dressed, and poised individual was Brielle, then who was the woman shrouded in the bedsheet?

These trust fund kids were sharp as tacks. Their minds raced, piecing together the sordid puzzle.

That mysterious woman deliberately remained silent. Hearing them say it was Brielle, she tacitly accepted it. Wasn’t this an attempt to make Brielle take the blame?

Had Brielle not shown up in the elevator, everyone would have believed she was the one who had a fling with Connor last night.

Raising an eyebrow, Brielle turned to Spencer and then to the covered figure, her voice laced with mock curiosity, “Is this your new girlfriend, Mr. Spencer?”

Her words slapped Spencer as if leaving a physical mark on his pride.

The crowd remembered how Spencer had just identified the woman under the sheets as Brielle. If it wasn’t her, then who was it?

chided. “You saw her face and still hinted she was Brielle?”

at all. So, who is this shameless person? Doing such disgraceful things and expecting someone

see her face!

riled up,

tugging at her bedsheets. In

put two and

mention of Lillian, disdain filled everyone’s eyes. They hadn’t forgotten the spectacle at the Haywood family’s banquet, where Brielle had exposed their true colors. They were skeptical then, but

revolting, trying to frame Brielle.”

a habit for her; she’s always bad–mouthing

being promiscuous. Turns out it was her all along? God, if I were Brielle. I’d be

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the sheet off her head, clutching it around

night, right? This realization filled her with spite, an urge to lash out at them