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.

more. handsome than ever. Quickly wiping

leave a lady crying on the street. He unlocked the car, and Aubree climbed in, sniffling. “I always knew you were one of the good ones, Mr. Lynch. Bri’s blind for not seeing it.”

pulling out a few tissues and handing them to her. “Dry those tears. Are you looking for your brother?”

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

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deliberately, aiming to gauge Dustin’s reaction. If he cared for Brielle, then he might just be the help

“Whoal”

stopped abruptly, Dustin turned, his face a picture of shock – definitely not feigned. “Has Max gone blind?

tormented in jail. The

“Which jail?”

on South Road.”

quickly, watching as Dustin picked up his phone, dialing

King, it’s me,

rarely good news.

I just rushed back from abroad to toast to your promotion, Uncle.

the crap, Dustin. What’s the

South Road jail. I need to see a friend, but I heard the