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.”

to stay

Can we just go home. tonight?” Just the thought of

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remained unmoved, sitting by her bedside, “We’ll

as he was willing to make. Brielle sighed,

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 anything about

now in Tessa’s hands? If she didn’t, the video would probably drive her

lifted, her lips curving into a smile as she felt less pain in her body. She tapped on Aubree’s contact and sent the video. [Bitch, look at how all these men fucked you. And just so you know, Andrew and I are getting married

message. [Oh, and your probably don’t know, but today, Andrew nearly killed Brielle.]

those messages, Tessa finally felt a

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

her eyes.

her crew were packing up for the night. They were about to shoot the last scene, where she had to embrace

they were siblings living at the bottom of society. The word ‘siblings‘ instantly reminded her of her

her discomfort and patted her back. “Aubree,

aversion towards Ricardo, probably because he had seen her at her worst. There was no need to pretend.

stepping away to vomit out of sight. She had lost count of how many times she had