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, raised an eyebrow

Tiffanie coughed subtly.

like you haven’t heard yet. Uncle Max’s biological mom is being transferred back from her fancy overseas retreat to a local facility. Guess I’ll have to

“And that means?”

she’s back, Alivia will surely follow suit. Word is she’s already sorting the paperwork. You have

was enough to eclipse any local socialite or

had the clout to command respect.

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

eventually letting

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

blow to Brielle’s morale, Tiffanie hurried

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

always fair, and Brielle

defeat, but acknowledging the looming crisis.

Tiffanie hopped out of the convertible with

only

the merely affluent, highlighting the true wealth of its clientele and

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

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

hillside, offered no place to

the security monitors. Their features were scrutinized, and their personal financial data was