Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 710

When Alivia heard the news, she wasn’t the least bit surprised. Everyone in their circles knew that Andrew had a real thing for Tessa The Clements didn’t need strategic marriages to boost their family’s status anymore

“Congrats, Tessa,” Alivia said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Tessa’s eyes sparkled with joy. “I hope you and Max can tie the knot soon as well.”

At the mention of Max, a chill ran through Alivia’s heart, and the recent headlines flashed through her mind. She’d pushed Amelia to take Brielle down a peg but never expected Amelia to crash and burn so spectacularly Amelia was now a pawn off the board, having fled the country under the cover of darkness to escape the backlash and try her luck abroad

Alivia gritted her teeth in frustration, unable to fathom how public opinion had turned against them so swiftly when their plan had seemed flawless.

The more Brielle’s influence grew, the more unsettled Alivin felt. Annie’s progress was still too slow for her liking. She had paid a hefty sum fifty million and heard about Max and Brielle’s argument. But as of this morning, they were back on good terms.

trust in each other? It made Alivia’s skin crowd with envy. If Michael hadn’t advised her to sit tight and wait for the right moment she would have taken matters into her own hands by

chess pieces she had to play. Now that Annie

tumed to Martha, who was sipping on her

Max hadn’t budged an inch. It seemed he was resolute in

to stop getting worked

with anger. She looked as though she wanted to spring out of bed, but a simple movement left her gasping for breath. “Alivia, you’re the

said sweetly. “Did you hear?

die happy! “Martha, I wish. But Max doesn’t see me that way. All the news lately has

His one passion seemed to be Brielle. How could Alivia accept that? She

was livid, her cheeks burning with rage, nearly passing

sorry, I shouldn’t have told you, but I’m just being honest. To split them up, we’ll have to make Brielle back off herself.” “You’re right,” Martha gasped. “I must talk to Brielle!”

hand in her own, her cheeks glowing with maternal affection. “Don’t worry Alivia. Even if it costs me my life. Ill make sure you end up with Max.”