Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 228

Andrew felt a pang in his chest. Aubree was also a woman he kept. Although he was known for his generosity, the idea of buying real estate was still a bridge too far.

“So, I heard from Kenzo that you bought that house?” he asked.

“Is there a problem?” Max’s reply was nonchalant, but his next words nearly sent Andrew through the roof. “Money is just a series of numbers to me. If she likes it, then it’s hers.”

Andrew tightly gripped the wine glass, even considering raising his hand to test Max’s forehead to see if he had a fever. Was this guy for real? Did he not realize how absurd he sounded? Was this the same Max he knew?

Andrew felt a tightness in his chest, but the thought of Brielle deliberately provoking Tessa made it hard for him to swallow his pride. Even if Max wanted to protect someone, he thought. Brielle should first get a taste of hardship with the Rowlands. He could always play dumb about it later. So, he took a sip of his drink and decided not to tell Max that Brielle had been taken to the Rowlands.

Instead, he sent a message their way: [Mess with her if you must, but leave her breathing.]

But just because he didn’t spill the beans didn’t mean no one else would.

Across town in the lobby of the Dorsey Hotel, Mason watched with an icy gaze as Tiffanie approached him again and again. “Brielle just made Tessa pass out in anger. The Rowlands are going to come after her, and since you’re her friend, you should probably do something about it, right?”

widening in disbelief. “Tessa?! Oh

all the ladies in Beaconsfield, Alivia and

clear

Mason knew she was aware of who Tessa was and the consequences of crossing

Rowlands‘ darling. If something truly went wrong, Brielle wouldn’t have

connect was torture for Tiffanie. When there was no answer, she quickly called Brielle to make sure she was safe, but

feeling creeping in, Tiffanie dialed Max

the Kenzo residence, noticing it was getting late and thinking about heading home.

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it with his phone on

reveal a pale, delicate wrist, handed Max a cigarette. They rarely smoked, but neither

up, his expression indifferent. “What’s on

it was her heart’s desire. She considered Max her possession, and anyone who tried to get in the way would

glass doors to where Andrew was tampering with Max’s. phone. He considered warning