Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 551

Alivia’s smile deepened with every thought that danced through her mind. She was done getting her own hands dirty dealing with Brielle. Why bother when she could manipulate others to do her dirty work as she had done with Tessa? She just had to sit back and reap the rewards

Take Sydney, for instance. She was nothing more than a pawn in her game. No matter how much rage or frustration bubbled within Sydney, without Max’s heart in her grasp, she was merely clay in Alivia’s hands.

Alivia’s gaze skated over Sydney’s face with undisguised contempt. “Keep looking at me with those eyes, and believe me, I can have someone gouge them out before you can even blink,”

she hissed.

Sydney shivered, fear creeping into her bones, and she quickly looked down. “Ms. Alivia, I’ve done as you asked. Can’t you just let me be now?”

Alivia stood up, patting Sydney’s cheek condescendingly. “Next time I tell you to jump, you ask, ‘How high? Your little plans are transparent to me. This building is full of mirrors, Sydney. Take a long look at yourself. With that pitiful, sour expression, do you really think Max would spare you a second glance?”

The scorn in Alivia’s eyes was impossible to miss. Sydney clenched her teeth so hard her gums ached, her eyes reddening with suppressed anger. But she was helpless, forced to watch Alivia strut away with her designer bag, leaving her to stew in her own turmoil.

had to stay calm. After all, getting Max to forget Brielle quickly was also in her best interest. Only then could she climb

the black rosary beads on his desk, memories of Brielle wearing them flashing through his mind. He massaged his temples, the headache intensifying, and then

it with her. He stood, reaching for the documents underneath, inadvertently sending the beads clattering to the floor. The sound of the phone and the beads mingled as

rescheduling all his meetings online, he headed straight back to the Premier Palace. Upon arrival, he handed the rosary to

it, and who knew

for cleanliness,

confrontation that would inevitably come from answering Brielle’s call. Instead,

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work

sitting in a boardroom surrounded by the senior executives, many of whom had rushed in so hastily that their suits were wrinkled.

foul mood, Brielle’s face darkened further at the sight. “The HR department will note the names

time so many employees were going to be dismissed at once, many of whom were deeply entrenched in the company. The