Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 422

Brielle’s smile faltered slightly. Even though she knew it wasn’t the truth, being so

misunderstood left a subtle unease in her heart. The bite mark was her own doing, and it was deep.

The girls were still chattering about Max and Alivia, but Brielle had already stood up and left.

Back in her office, she sat in her chair, zoning out, when her phone buzzed with a text from Spencer. [You spent another night at the Premier Palace. Can’t stay away from men for even a second, can you?]

Creep!

Brielle promptly blocked the number, certain now that Spencer, that lunatic, had been stalking her recently. Her brows furrowed in concern. A hospital visit was out of the question; she’d have to take extra care of herself for the time being. As long as she didn’t show, no one would discover her pregnancy.

“Knock, knock.”

Someone tapped politely at her office door. It was a colleague coming to collect documents, the same girl who enjoyed sharing the latest gossip with her.

“Ms. Haywood, have you signed off on these files? I’ll take them down to the business department.”

The girl’s gaze drifted to the thermos at the edge of the desk, admiration flickering across her face. “How do you still find time to cook up a stew at home?”

The stew was something Brielle had to avoid, so she pushed it away. “If you fancy it, go ahead. I haven’t touched it, and the flask is brand new.”

lit up the girl’s eyes, almost in disbelief.

nodded with a

extra hard tonight! I’ll treat it as a midnight snack to

it amusing but

continued with her work, not stopping until eight in the evening. She then took the private

for the first

have lost electricity. Those still working, stay safe. The company

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in fifteen minutes

reassured her staff, fulfilling her duty, before getting into her car and driving away. But unbeknownst to her, the girl who had taken her

but felt an abnormal heat coursing through her body. The heat was so intense it

over with weakness as she slumped at the

seemed to open, followed by a man’s hands. The dim light made it impossible to see who

away

she couldn’t utter a word, completely sapped

Spencer’s voice was taunting as he gripped her waist, forgoing all pretense and

a twisted sense of pride. He hadn’t expected Brielle to ever be under him, and all his resentment vanished, replaced by a sinister smile as he whispered temptations. “This drug won’t give you a chance to resist. Didn’t you say you liked it? How about it, am I not better than the others?”

clutched her chin, kissing her without space for breath. Taking advantage of the blackout to force this upon her was a thrill like no other. He even wanted to take a photo of her

man.

nothing but a tramp who couldn’t stay

satisfied and furious, wondering why so many men had her and why she had to be with Max.