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?”

Tiffanie’s words,

Tiffanie coughed subtly.

being transferred back from her fancy overseas retreat to a local

“And that means?”

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

of that position was enough to eclipse any local socialite

clout to

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Chapter 387

greater threat she posed to Brielle, especially with Alivia already having set her sights on

prattled on, eventually letting out

with her. Just a heads–up. As long as

to Brielle’s morale, Tiffanie hurried to bolster

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

always fair, and Brielle knew it

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

estate in the suburbs, and Tiffanie hopped out

into the exclusive casino, accessible only to those who could front the steep two–million–dollar membership

out the merely affluent, highlighting the true wealth of its clientele and the recklessness of someone like Simon who had ventured

and nodded at Brielle. “She’s with me.”

the estate

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

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