Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Brielle was utterly baffled, and Mason even more so. She desperately wanted to spill the beans right there, to let each of them know who the other was, but Tiffanie grabbed Mason’s hand with a firm grip, pulled a card from her purse, and slid it over.

“I meant it when I said I liked your look. Why the long face, big guy? Brielle, she’s Maxie’s girl, hands off. Stick with me, and you’ll live the sweet life.

Brielle opened her mouth to speak but ultimately said nothing.

Instead, Mason seemed galvanized by the card, looking at Brielle, “Ms. Brielle, you should head

out.”

Brielle wanted to interject, but Tiffanie’s stare was unyielding, clearly signaling that if Brielle didn’t leave, they were no longer friends. With a heavy heart and frequent backward glances, Brielle made her exit.

Technically speaking, there was no blood relation between the two, but their respective identities were enough to make each other’s skin crawl.

Tiffanie about the situation and texted her, but Tiffanie didn’t respond, and Brielle was left wondering

entrance of her neighborhood, Brielle noticed several luxury cars parked, turning heads. She took a closer look and was about to enter when a group of bodyguards emerged from a car and

they forcefully grabbed her shoulders. “Ms. Brielle, we’re with the Rowland family’s security.

the Rowland family might retaliate, but not this swiftly. And the lead car’s

lip, struggling briefly. “By what right are you detaining me?

“The Rowland family has decreed that should anything befall the young miss, Ms.

fancy rides, each seating four, with a total of twenty bodyguards–not counting the one in the lead car. The Rowland family’s show of

cold cuffs. She chuckled. “Since when

was incredibly naive. In their world, powerful families could do as they pleased, untouchable by the likes of

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had stayed put, curious about the Rowland family’s intentions for

her, he debated whether to inform Max. Max’s true feelings for Brielle were a mystery. If he wasn’t serious, she might not make it out alive from the

thought, Andrew texted Max, asking for his

a drink at his spacious villa, where Kenzo, an artist with a wide social circle, had stashed away an impressive collection of