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.

transferred back from her fancy

“And that means?”

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

to eclipse any local socialite

the clout to

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posed to Brielle,

on, eventually letting out

head–on clash with her. Just a heads–up. As long as Uncle Max doesn’t pop the question to you, you’ll never outrank Allvla.”

to Brielle’s morale, Tiffanie hurried to bolster her friend’s spirits.

your background that’s holding your back. If you were top–tier rich, Alivia would be nothing. You could squash her with a

life was not always fair, and Brielle

not in defeat, but acknowledging

in the suburbs, and Tiffanie hopped out of the convertible with

high–roller’s ticket into the exclusive casino, accessible only to

wealth of its clientele and the

at Brielle. “She’s with me.”

and as the gates of the estate swung open, a network of cameras

across a hillside, offered no place to hide.

popped up on the security monitors. Their features were scrutinized,