Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 227

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.

the need to inform Tiffanie about the situation and texted her, but Tiffanie didn’t respond, and Brielle was left wondering what had become of them.

heads. She took a closer look and was about to enter when a

we’re with the Rowland family’s security. We need an

as though her shoulders were about to be crushed. She had anticipated the Rowland family might retaliate, but not this swiftly. And the lead car’s

bit her lip, struggling briefly. “By what right are you detaining me? Do you have any evidence that I’ve harmed Tessa?”

decreed that should anything befall

her struggle, surrounded by five fancy rides, each seating four, with a total of twenty bodyguards–not counting the one in the lead car. The

shackled with cold cuffs. She chuckled. “Since when does

as

Chapter 227

He had stayed put, curious about

that they had taken 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

Max,

Kenzo for a drink at his spacious villa, where Kenzo,