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?

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

one who was fooling around with Connor wasn’t her at all. So, who is this shameless person? Doing such disgraceful things and expecting someone else

her face! Do it,

getting riled up, feeling duped.

utter a word until she felt someone tugging at her bedsheets. In panic, she stumbled backward. “No,

the voice, quickly put two and

They hadn’t forgotten the spectacle at the Haywood family’s banquet, where Brielle had exposed their true colors. They were skeptical then, but now the truth was undeniable.

That’s just revolting, trying

be a habit for her;

out it was her all along? God, if I

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out there. Fuming, Lillian yanked the sheet off her head, clutching it around

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