Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 447

Lately, Sydney had been growing increasingly irritated with her boyfriend to the point where she’d contemplated breaking up with him several times. And every time she saw him busting his hump to save up for a modest suburban home, she couldn’t help but feel the irony. After all, she was sitting on a cool twenty million, a little secret she’d kept well hidden from him.

The reason Sydney hadn’t called it quits was complex. They’d met each other’s families, their hometowns were next to each other, and they’d known each other for years. But perhaps the most compelling reason was that her boyfriend’s family had paid for her college tuition.

Sydney’s own background was nothing to write home about. She was from a family scraping by, and her boyfriend’s relatives had supported her entire education. They had covered all her tuition and living expenses. Her relationship with her boyfriend was more a debt of gratitude than a passionate romance.

Their physical relationship had become as routine as toast and coffee for breakfast–comfortable but lacking zest.

But Spencer was a different story. Being rich, handsome, and a wild card, Spencer knew how to turn any situation into an adventure. Take the penthouse bathroom they were in now–Sydney could hear the comings and goings of people beyond the walls. Spencer just clamped a hand over her mouth. His control–his almost humiliating dominance–was addictive.

She had a thing for men who took charge, and Spencer fit the bill.

After having his way, Spencer began to clean up. Sydney was used to his cold indifference, so she proactively asked, “Mr. Dorsey, you didn’t really off Ms. Haywood, did you? I never signed on for murder.”

of Brielle, but with

about Brielle. That’s none of your business, and you’re not in a position to bring her up. Just keep an eye on her for me like I asked. You’ll get paid, but don’t expect anything.

humiliated, Sydney’s face went pale. No woman could stand such an insult. What on earth was so special about Brielle? She was already

trembled with rage but dared not defy him, meekly nodding her

a backward glance. “If word about Brielle

avoiding his

outside, she slumped onto the toilet, sweating with fury. Was she not pretty enough? Was her figure not sizzling enough? Why didn’t Spencer give her

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of other men

interrupted by her phone ringing–it was her boyfriend. Instantly annoyed, she begrudgingly pressed the answer button. “What’s up? I’m swamped at work. Can we talk

did you forget? It’s my birthday today. Let’s go out for dinner. I’ve booked

eyes; her massive bank

have a field day, and even her parents would face backlash. In

ditch him and, while she was at it, work on getting Spencer