Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 301

Ryan snorted dismissively, decisively abandoning any lingering suspicions he had about Brielle. “In the days since you vanished, the Haywood clan became toast. Max made his move against them. At the last Hatfield charity ball, Lillian had the audacity to slip something into Max’s drink. I can’t fathom where she got the guts.”

Max taking action against the Haywood family was publicly justified by Lillian’s bold move against him. Everyone knew the consequences of riling up Max, especially by employing such sordid tactics.

As Ryan relayed the events, Spencer’s pupils dilated sharply, sensing he was missing a critical piece of the puzzle.

The charity ball hosted by the Hatfield family, Lillian’s tryst with Connor, and that morning. Spencer had witnessed Max with Brielle in the elevator. Brielle, who had no business being there, was inexplicably present. Even if they had a professional relationship, upon reflection, it seemed peculiar.

“Spencer, glad you’re okay. I’ll keep digging into this. You need to watch your back and not give anyone another opportunity to hurt you.”

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But Spencer wasn’t really listening. His mind short–circuiting, unable to keep up. A ridiculous thought surfaced, which he desperately tried to dismiss.

could it be?

from the villa. A distant

at Ryan but at them. Had they left just seconds later, they would have been reduced to rubble alongside the villa. Thankfully, Ryan’s intervention had bought them precious

Please secure a safe place for Mark. I’ll have a new benefactor take

the rising smoke. His thoughts drifted to Max’s current condition. and he felt a headache coming on. “Ms. Brielle, don’t say I didn’t warn you. The moment your decided to get involved with Mr. Dorsey, you stepped into the Beaconsfield ring. Your relationship will come out sooner or later, and it’ll be fraught with danger.

out his twilight years in a hospice, but because

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hadn’t

and as an outsider with no legal rights, she couldn’t even arrange Julian’s affairs. It was

her composure, and reopened them with an icy resolve. “I understand. Thank you, Patrick.”

chose not to burden

secluded area, and without a moment’s hesitation, Brielle hurriedly arranged all necessary documents for Mark. When Mark awoke, he was already en route to another city. Beside him lay a letter from Brielle, promising to take care of the children, and a card with a

nest egg Brielle had left for

and Brielle stood rooted to