Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 360

“Brielle’s been your fiancée for a decade, and you don’t even know her favorite things. Spencer, oh Spencer, why are you snooping around now? It’s none of your business anymore, you

know?”

Spencer’s face soured, but he swallowed his anger. He was willing to go back to Brielle. “Shouldn’t she feel honored? Now she’s got nothing, is not the Haywood heiress anymore, and is reclusive by nature. I’m ready to embrace her, and that’s her luck,” he thought.

Aubree noticed his displeasure, and her lips curled into a cold smirk. “Are you looking to chase her now? Too late. Bri’s got herself a real catch. I bet you can’t hold a candle to him, not in looks and probably not in bed either.”

Aubree was always blunt to the point of disrespect, even casting a derisive glance at a certain part of Spencer’s anatomy.

Spencer felt like he’d been slapped in the face and stood up abruptly. “Aubree!”

He was shaking with fury, and his lips were turning white from the humiliation. No man could stand such an affront to his pride, especially when he considered himself quite capable in the bedroom. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm the storm inside.

Aubree wasn’t scared of him. She took a casual sip of her drink, feeling utterly bored with the

situation.

Dorsey men are truly heartless. You were hot and heavy with Lillian, and even conspired to deceive Bri. Now, with Lillian gone and her parents still at the police station, here you are, inquiring about your ex–fiancée’s preferences. What woman would want a man like you?”

for her connection to the Clements family,

was a clear

heaved, and he turned and left. If Aubree thought Brielle wouldn’t be Interested in him now, he was determined to win her back

out of the bar, he was still fuming when he spotted a drunken girl fending off a man’s advances.

“Back off!”

“Don’t touch me!”

like Brielle’s. He approached quickly and

but recognized Spencer and

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girl. She was cute and petite. Despite being drunk, she wasn’t completely out of it. Looking up at Spencer, her eyes lit up. “Hey, I

was eerily similar to Brielle’s, but her looks were nothing like Brielle’s renowned beauty. She was

whose voice so resembled Brielle’s, Spencer’s mind was a blur. By the time he snapped back to reality, he had already taken the woman to

her face with his suit jacket, knowing she

naive and was well aware of the intentions they both had. They had just met outside a bar and as mature adults, spending the night at a hotel if

one was quite nice and he seemed to be fascinated

but this woman’s voice was surprisingly similar to Brielle’s.

felt his thoughts were not only perverse,