Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 370

“Can you believe Spencer has a two–faced act going on?”

“I was skeptical when Brielle mentioned it, but seeing is believing. The second Brielle’s out of the picture, he turns Into Mr. Ice. Looks like he’s got it out for her.”

“A guy acting like that? That’s just low class.”

“Team Brielle all the way. At least she’s upfront and genuine. Let’s wait for the police to sort

this out.

Spencer was unaware of the live stream capturing his every move. He might have restrained himself had he known.

After instructing security to escort certain individuals out, Spencer cast a chilling glance at the onlookers.

“What’s everyone staring at? Don’t you have jobs to do?”

They all knew him; he was from the Dorsey family, after all. No one dared to talk back.

The person secretly streaming quickly shut it off, but not before Spencer’s sudden switch in demeanor was broadcasted clear as day, cementing his reputation as a total jerk.

Meanwhile, Simon and his group were ushered downstairs.

Seeing that Brielle hadn’t faced any repercussions yet, Simon grew impatient.

“We’ll just wait here in the lobby. There’s no way that bitch is getting off scot–free!”

The itch of frustration crawled up his scalp as he eyed the Dorsey International lobby, grand as a palace. His fists clenched with greed.

or

Dorsey International to pay off this mess, he wouldn’t have to worry for the rest

of his life.

thought for his daughter’s welfare. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a financial drain, a

silver lining was the ten million they landed. Otherwise, raising

cloud of bad luck looming as they settled into the sofas,

the cushion than

[Keep it up.]

knew exactly who sent them. His body shook, and without hesitation, he stood up and began shouting throughout the Dorsey International lobby.

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That heartless Brielle just left us high and dry. What kind of world

that their benefactor wasn’t satisfied, she joined in the

a crowd gathered downstairs at Dorsey International.

smelling a story swooped in for interviews.

was sharper than Simon. She had heeded advice on how to sway

words like, small–town girl, prestigious university, and the crush of capital.

added weight to

speculated about the couple’s motives, the death of their daughter and their genuine grief couldn’t be

citizens soon converged at Dorsey International’s doors, demanding that

smirked as he

She deserved it!

to be put in their

private elevator with a sneer, only to bump into

the picture of benevolence,

been taken in by