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!

an eyebrow. “I brought Sydney along, too. It might

glanced at Max. “I’ll head over to where

silently in the corner, his mood visibly somber. It was evident he was not in good spirits. Even with the recent win of

on Brielle’s wrist was like a thorn piercing his heart. He had hoped that the scar would heal over time, that maybe next time,

were like ripping open that wound again in the cruelest way possible. Max was no fool; he understood this was her way of saying that they would both go

say a word, but he understood all too well. It was like two wounded

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was blaming herself. If they

How long could such

he had pondered what she might say upon

he indeed saw a flicker of doubt. Perhaps for

be? After all, he hadn’t done

his eyes,

by the same uniformed man from before.

had been so discreet. Alivia had assured

think someone else was to blame.