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.

made Alivia’s skin crowd with envy. If Michael hadn’t advised her to

capabilities, Annie and Martha were the only chess pieces she had to play. Now that Annie was proving

to Martha, who was sipping on her

a nosedive in recent days. Despite her tantrums and tactics, Max hadn’t budged

getting worked

the sound of Max’s name made Martha’s face flush 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 only one who gets it. You’ve been here for me all in the last few days”

said sweetly. “Did you hear? Andrew’s getting married. You’ve met

But Max doesn’t see me

else. His one passion seemed to be Brielle. How could Alivia

expected, Martha was livid, her cheeks burning with rage, nearly passing out from the intensity

split them up, we’ll have to make Brielle back off herself.” “You’re right,” Martha gasped.

maternal affection. “Don’t worry Alivia. Even if