Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 540

Her voice was nonchalant as she stepped on the gas, and the car zoomed away. Spencer didn’t chase after her, his tears falling harder as he bit down on his teeth, refusing to let his sobs be heard.

Glancing at the clothes she had discarded, he walked over with shaky legs, picked them up. and hugged them to his chest as he continued to cry.

Brielle caught a glimpse of Spencer’s silhouette in the rearview mirror and involuntarily hit the brakes. A minute later, she looked up, letting the chilly breeze from outside whip across her face, stinging her cheeks, before she pressed down on the accelerator again.

Of all the Dorseys, Spencer was probably the luckiest. He had Faith’s undying adoration, and after coming of age, Brielle, the ever–dutiful fool, shielded him from harm. He never knew real cruelty, never knew despair, and that was why he couldn’t handle even the slightest pain, which shaped his petulant nature.

He could betray others, but heaven forbid they betray him. He could toy with people’s feelings, but no one was allowed to play with his. He was still like a spoiled child, thinking anyone who wasn’t on his side deserved to be destroyed.

However, Max and Tiffanie, also of the Dorsey clan, were different.

Max was thrust in front of everyone at the tender age of ten by the ruthless Michael, and only he knew the hardships he faced.

Tiffanie’s very existence was a sin. Her mother, Victoria, detested her to the bone, while to Everett, she was the reason for his downfall.

Out of all the Dorseys, Spencer had it the easiest. But as Brielle said, he certainly didn’t live up to being a man.

On her way back, Brielle’s phone went off like mad, and a blinding light in the distance seemed to tear through the surrounding darkness.

side of the road, as the other vehicle did the

Max’s car.

only to find her driving alone back to

his step towards her. “Are you

his hands resting on her

the cold air did sober her up a bit. She noticed several cars following Max’s, and the passenger in the first car stepped out–it was

at a distancé, nodding respectfully before turning his gaze

“I’m fine.”

15:15

“Who was it?”

still at the scene,

Let’s go back. I’m really

stroking her head gently. “I’m- The words “I’m

her car anymore; she was too

her car away, while she settled comfortably into Max’s, using his leg as a pillow. As the car headed towards the city, she drowsily heard him ask. “Have you decided what you’re

amusing. “Did Michael call you to say

averted his gaze, his demeanor turning cold once more as if bracing for another argument.

piece of cake for him. Michael naturally wouldn’t allow Max to interfere or step foot in Stellar Stage

quite thorny. I’ll go to the office the day. after tomorrow to get a firsthand look at the talent.”

a tight deadline, and navigating the intricacies of