Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 293

Taking someone’s belongings without permission that was called theft.

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Brielle was about to borrow the nurse’s phone to call the cops when the hospital intercom crackled to life, broadcasting a news update that caught her attention.

-At ten this morning, the Haywood family declared bankruptcy. They’re buried under a debt of nearly ten billion.

A crowd had gathered outside the Haywood Corporation’s headquarters, with assembly line. workers en masse filing for labor disputes.

The reporter’s voice, cold and detached, narrated Robert’s downfall on the screen. “Unable to repay debts and being sued by business partners, he’s currently at the police station awaiting mediation. All his assets were frozen.”

A top–ranking business in Beaconsfield, had been brought so low in mere days – it was a sobering spectacle.

Brielle watched the news quietly, half–believing she was hallucinating. She knew the Haywood family was in hot water, but she hadn’t expected things to unravel so quickly.

more nuisance calls from the Haywood family. A faint smile ghosted her lips, but then her thoughts turned to

Lillian up to? Or what had she

Brielle, and she immediately suspected a scheme at play.

borrowed the nurse’s phone and immediately dialed Aubree. But when Aubree picked up. everything seemed normal, so Brielle asked her to sort out a new SIM card and bring over a replacement phone. “Aubree, I

it with the formalities. I’ll be

with Andrew, who had kept her up until the early hours, leaving her utterly drained. Her voice was hoarse, and her body was a map of bruises

iron bands. Glancing at his face, Aubree paused for a moment. Andrew was undeniably handsome. and despite the disappointments, whenever they ended up entangled again, her heart would helplessly flutter with attraction as she felt the sweat roll

does that witch Lillian want with your phone? Did you call the cops? Alright, I’ll be over soon

movements woke Andrew, who frowned and let her

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moment they touched the floor. She looked up at Andrew through gritted teeth and, unable to

reflexive agility, looking up at her. “What’s got you riled up so

early?”

her neck, her face stern. “How am I supposed

unrepentantly willful in her presence, frowning. “Then don’t go. I’m not finished with