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.

Brielle felt the need to inform Tiffanie about the situation and texted her, but Tiffanie didn’t respond, and Brielle

at the 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

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

She had anticipated the Rowland family might retaliate, but not this swiftly. And the lead car’s doors remained closed,

detaining

the car, “The Rowland family has decreed that should anything befall the

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 Rowland family’s show of force was like mobilizing to capture a traitor.

in the car, Brielle’s wrists were shackled with cold cuffs. She chuckled. “Since when does the Rowland family perform

naive. In their world, powerful families could do as they pleased, untouchable by the likes of common folk. No one answered

Chapter 227

front car, Andrew twiddled with his phone. He had stayed put,

feelings for Brielle were a mystery. If he wasn’t serious,

texted Max, asking for his location.

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