Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 612

Sydney had played a pivotal role in the drama unfolding between Aubree and Adrian. It was clear that she was the key to understanding the whole mess.

Brielle hopped into her car and drove straight to the place where the two were being held.

Adrian was already awake, glaring at her with such resentment that it seemed he would love nothing more than to tear her to pieces.

Brielle chuckled, “You know, I don’t recall having any bad blood with you, so why don’t you enlighten me on why you decided to pull that stunt last night?”

No bad blood?

A sneer crossed Adrian’s face. Brielle had some nerve talking like that, or maybe she just didn’t give a damn about the harm she had caused Sydney.

“Brielle, whatever you did to hurt Sydney, I’ll do the same to you. I’ll make sure you pay back a hundredfold for every bit of suffering you caused her.”

Brielle found it amusing, and she actually laughed. “I’m curious, what exactly did she tell you? She was the one I brought up with my own hands at Dorsey International. Now she’s throwing her weight around the department, and she’s been hooking up with Spencer more times than I can count. She must have reaped quite a few benefits from Spencer. She should be thanking me, really. Oh, and that first night we met, wasn’t she in Spencer’s bed? She even gave you a call to spice things up. I felt sorry for you then, but you seem to be blindly devoted and ignoring the glaring truth.”

“Shut up! How could you say that?!” Shock painted Adrian’s face. Sydney couldn’t be that kind of woman!

along, too. It might be best to

head over to

he was not in good spirits. Even

piercing his heart. He had hoped that the scar would heal

like ripping open that wound again in the cruelest way possible. Max was no fool; he understood this was her way of

a word, but he understood all too well. It was like two wounded souls, laying bare their most fragmented pains

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was blaming him, and she was blaming herself. If they had never been together,

her heart. How long could

night, while Max was sitting by Brielle’s bedside, he had pondered what she might say upon

a flicker of doubt. Perhaps for a moment, she was

all, he

eyes, his

same uniformed man

misdeeds had been exposed. She had been so discreet. Alivia had assured her

else was to