Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 471

Aubree’s eyes flickered in disbelief as she gazed at Alivia. It was only now that she realized. beneath Alivia’s gentle facade lurked a darkness so vile it almost made her gag.

Alivia saw no reason to hide her true self in front of Brielle’s friends. To her, their fear was an advantage. She let out a soft chuckle, delicately straightening Aubree’s collar. “Poor Briette’s probably been tossed around like a rag doll by now. Even if she gets out, Max won’t give her a second glance. Why else would he ignore your calls? He finds it repulsive. Miss Aubree, I guess I’ll be heading up then.”

Rooted to the spot, Aubree heard Alivia’s smug voice trailing off. “Even if you wanted to go see her. I doubt you could. Michael has used the Dorsey family’s influence to seal that place tight. Not even a fly could get in. Such a pity.”

That bitch!

Aubree trembled with rage, yet felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

She had grown up in this world and knew too well the sway Alivia held among the elite. If Alivial wanted to make Brielle’s life miserable, she could do it with a snap of her fingers.

Adding the Dorsey family into the mix, and Max no longer caring about Brielle, who was there to save her friend?

Desperate and furious, Aubree stormed out of Dorsey Tower, tears streaming down her face.

Aubree rarely cried, not even when Andrew had tormented her to the brink of death. She was a rose with thorns, while Brielle was a verdant leaf touched by frost. Yet, both had been unlucky in love.

Feeling helpless, Aubree stood on the sidewalk, wiping away her tears with a trembling hand. A sleek sports car pulled up in front of her, and the window rolled down to reveal Dustin’s face.

brimming with warmth. “Aren’t you Andrew’s little sister?

a savior, looking more. handsome than ever. Quickly wiping her eyes, she tapped on the door. “Mr.

street. He unlocked the car, and Aubree climbed in, sniffling. “I always knew you were one of the good

few tissues and handing them to her. “Dry those tears. Are you looking for your

car started moving. Dustin’s hands were steady on the wheel,

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ditching Bri.” She said it deliberately, aiming to gauge Dustin’s reaction. If he cared for Brielle,

“Whoal”

Dustin turned, his face a picture of shock – definitely not feigned. “Has Max gone blind? He’s really giving up

even arranged for Bri to be tormented in jail. The Dorsey family is putting pressure on

“Which jail?”

one down on South

picked up his phone, dialing a number without hesitation.

it’s

you call, it’s rarely good news. What

back from abroad to toast to your promotion, Uncle. I’ve got some fine

crap, Dustin. What’s the

need to see a friend, but I heard the Dorsey family’s been leaning on it?”