Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 685

After thelle Boished speaking, she watched as he picked up his hot from the ground and placed it on his head this loup was more pronounced as he started to leave.

Youre not seeking compensation, but if anything else goes wrong with your foot, don’t come crying to me she called after him.

Spencet paused, feeling pain searing through his whole body, and tears suddenly sprang to his eyes as he but his lips hand. “Get lost i don’t want your money, he spat out bitterly.

tuelle was taken aback by his prideful outburst. If that was how he wanted it, then she wouldn’t insist on INIVING

Not far from where held started walking off, Spencer’s pain became too much, and he sat down on the corb His ankle was swollen, and other injuries were beginning to throb.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and as he saw Brielle’s car turn down a side road, his eyes reddened with emotion. It only he hadn’t gotten involved with Lillian and had realized from the start that it was Brielle he liked, he might not have made so many foolish mistakes.

It was too late to have regrets now.

Just like she had said once, if he wasn’t a Dorsey scion, he probably would never have been able to be in her orbit. She had climbed her way to the top, becoming the CEO of Stellar Stage Entertainment, swiftly reorganizing the company’s corrupt core, and commanding respect from everyone.

radiant figure should have been

freely as he wiped them away awkwardly, gathered the strength to pick up his case, and headed into the

at her phone–no messages, no missed calls. Her heart felt empty as she waited for the green light, then

she wanted was ten minutes to talk, particularly

the rearview mirror, Brielle caught a glimpse of Spencer’s hobbling figure, and her expression darkened. She had to admit that Michael Dorsey played hardball, ousting Spencer from the family without a penny to his name. Even with his grandson injured like

the same. If Michael could be th

the steering wheel tightly. She didn’t realize that the atmosphere at Dorsey International’s top floor was one

calling her several times, but each attempt was met with a disconnection.

sneaked a glance at Max, murmuring cautiously, “Perhaps Ms. Brielle

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into a thin line, and his eyes eventually revealed a trace of scorn. Was she too busy

Patrick’s phone rang. His face brightened, hoping it was Brielle. Instead, it was from the sanitorium. He dared not meet

stood up to leave. Patrick hurriedly followed, not daring to