Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 387

Brielle couldn’t help but chuckle at the message she received, but she resisted the urge to reply and turned her attention back to the online world.

The issue had escalated into a high–stakes game between two financial titans, with the police now involved. Brielle realized she no longer needed to worry.

What nagged at her, however, was the video released by Sarah herself. Without complete surveillance footage from the restaurant, it just lingered out there, unresolved.

Even though everyone seemed to have moved past their scrutiny of Brielle, it remained a thorn in her side.

However, dwelling on it was pointless now. She had extricated herself from the mess.

As the evening settled in. Tiffanie rang her doorbell.

Brielle opened the door to find Tiffanie, her arms still a canvas of dense rose tattoos and several dreadlocks woven into her wild mane. Brielle was long accustomed to her friend’s unique style.

Tiffanie had a lollipop jammed in her mouth.

Once they were in the car, Tiffanie’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, her tone light.

“How did you get tangled up in such a mess this time?”

With a wry smile and a shrug. Brielle replied, “Just bad luck, I guess.

Tiffanie glanced over, her attempt at consolation half–hearted. “Hey, chill out. The online mob’s off your back now. You’re out of the woods. Just… worry about other stuff, okay?”

in Tiffanie’s words,

Tiffanie coughed subtly.

Uncle Max’s biological mom is being transferred back from her fancy overseas retreat to a local facility. Guess I’ll have to start

“And that means?”

come on, Brielle, don’t be dense. Grandma’s a big fan of Alivia and has been pushing for her to marry into the family. Once she’s back, Alivia will surely follow suit. Word is she’s already sorting the paperwork. You have no idea how high Alivia’s stock has risen. There’s this world–class research institute setting up a branch right here in Beaconsfield, and

of that position was enough to eclipse any local socialite or heir.

the clout to

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to Brielle, especially with Alivia already having set her sights

eventually letting out a sigh.

a head–on clash with her. Just a heads–up. As long as Uncle Max doesn’t pop the question to

perhaps realizing the blow to Brielle’s morale, Tiffanie hurried to bolster

holding your back. If you were top–tier rich, Alivia would be nothing. You could squash her

life was not always fair,

fell, not in defeat, but acknowledging the looming crisis.

to the largest estate in the suburbs, and Tiffanie hopped out of the convertible

only to those who could front the steep two–million–dollar

of its clientele and the recklessness of someone like Simon who had ventured there.

turned and nodded at Brielle. “She’s

as the gates of the estate swung open,

countryside casino, sprawling across a hillside, offered no place to hide.

faces popped up on the security monitors. Their features were scrutinized, and their personal financial data was