Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 646

In the hospital, Brielle watched as Max’s expression darkened after he took a call. She suspected it had something to do with the Dorsey and Clements families.

The incident had been witnessed by too many, and although Michael had managed to suppress the news, the word had definitely spread within their circles. The bad publicity meant the two families would have to sit down and hash things out.

“Max, maybe keep your hands to yourself next time.”

Those punches he had thrown at Andrew had even hurt her to watch. Andrew hadn’t been knocked out by the glass shards but had nearly been floored by Max’s fists. Though, if she was being honest, it had felt pretty satisfying. After all, she had long wanted to give Andrew a piece of her mind.

Tessa’s audacity to treat Aubree that way was a direct result of Andrew’s years of indulgence. Why could he still live so carefree?

Max sat at the edge of her hospital bed with a light chuckle, “It’s nothing.”

How could it be nothing? Michael already wasn’t fond of her, and now he probably detested her completely.

“Aren’t you going back to the Dorseys?”

“No need. Whatever they had to discuss, they’ve surely sorted it out by now.”

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at him, “I’m really okay. Can we just go home. tonight?” Just the thought of Andrew

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sitting by her bedside, “We’ll leave in

of a compromise as he was willing to make. Brielle sighed,

fighting the urge to vomit blood in another room. She replayed the video of Aubree, finding relief as she watched her pitiful state and tears. She had promised Marissa not to leak the video, but she hadn’t said

know she was being filmed? Did she know the video was now in Tessa’s hands? If she didn’t, the video would

as she felt less pain in her body. She tapped on Aubree’s contact and sent the video. [Bitch, look at

sent another message. [Oh, and your probably don’t know, but today, Andrew nearly

sent those messages, Tessa finally felt a bit of relief from the pent–up

clutching her chest, she lay back on the bed, exhausted from the recent turmoil. All she needed was for Andrew to marry her. Then, she could

her eyes.

Aubree and her crew were packing up for the night. They were about to shoot

siblings living at the bottom of society. The word ‘siblings‘ instantly reminded her of her relationship with Andrew,

discomfort and patted her back. “Aubree, you need a

aversion towards Ricardo, probably because he had seen her at her worst. There

pushing through the last scene before stepping away to vomit out of sight. She had lost count of how many times she had thrown up recently. The