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.

her fancy overseas retreat to a local facility. Guess I’ll

“And that means?”

is she’s already sorting the paperwork. You have no idea how high Alivia’s stock has risen.

enough to eclipse

the clout to

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she became, the greater threat she posed to Brielle, especially with Alivia

on, eventually letting out

clash with her. Just a heads–up. As long

perhaps realizing the blow to Brielle’s morale,

just your background that’s holding your back. If you were

life was not always fair, and Brielle knew

fell, not in defeat, but acknowledging the looming

Tiffanie hopped out of the convertible with a carefree grace,

into the exclusive casino, accessible only to those who

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

at Brielle. “She’s

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

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

features were scrutinized, and their personal financial data was displayed–credit scores, debt ratios,