Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 418

The moment Alivia heard a woman’s voice, her face contorted in disgust. Her hand at her side clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palm. There was no doubting it; Brielle picked up the call.

She had thought Brielle had some sort of talent, but as it turned out, she was just a man–stealer, a homewrecker. Such tactics were despicable to Alivia, even contemptible.

She guessed that Max was either working late, with his phone out of reach, or he’d already fallen asleep, allowing Brielle to act so brazenly.

The taste of blood filled Alivia’s mouth. She yeared for Brielle to just vanish.

As low and vile as the method was, Alivia had to admit that the damn woman had succeeded in getting under her skin. “I need to speak with Max. Who is this?” She feigned ignorance of Brielle’s identity, keeping her tone as flat as possible.

Brielle arched an eyebrow, cool as a cucumber. Well then, let’s see how long Alivia could keep this up. A smirk danced at the corners of her lips as she knocked on the bathroom door. “Max, Ms. Alivia here says she needs you.”

bathroom wrapped

gaze slipped downwards, catching sight of his still–dripping torso. Her cheeks flushed as she averted her eyes. She couldn’t help but

momentarily forgotten she was on the phone. Realizing her lapse, she glanced at the

for him to take the call, Max naturally grabbed the phone and held it to his ear. “Alivia,

her teeth, eyes icy with contempt. She was convinced Brielle was doing this on purpose, trying to make her look foolish, but she was no ordinary woman,

its composure. “I’m helping Auntie pick out a caregiver. I’ve gone through four or five candidates, and none are quite right. I wanted to check on the specific side effects

he found Alivia off–putting, he was just puzzled. It was midnight; surely, this could have been discussed during the day. Why now? And

staff is more than

Chapter 418

competent but seem afraid of making mistakes. They lack a certain… warmth. The people I’m choosing are from the

was watertight.

they’d made it abundantly clear to everyone to take great care of Martha, emphasizing her status repeatedly, and likely warning them of dire consequences for any slip–ups. Under such pressure, the staff would naturally be walking on eggshells, afraid to