Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Alivia was sobbing uncontrollably, her lips bleeding from biting them so hard in frustration.

It was her own fault. She should have known better than to mess with Brielle, who had a reputation for her mean right hook. In her anger, she had made a spectacle of herself.

Her eyes darted to Dustin, praying he'd come to her aid. After all, they had been acquaintances for some time, and she was sure he wasn't close with Brielle. Finally, Dustin stood up and walked over.

Alivia reached out, expecting him to lift her to her feet.

But Dustin did nothing of the sort. Instead, he simply grabbed Brielle's wrist.

"If you keep this up, the bouncers will be all over us in a minute," he warned.

Right on cue, the manager of Tequila Sunset barreled through the door. Dustin pulled Brielle behind him and offered a sheepish smile.

"Ms. Alivia's had a bit too much to drink. Let's help her out, shall we?"

The staff at Tequila Sunset knew Dustin well-his generous tipping meant that the manager hurried over to assist Alivia with utmost politeness.

"Ms. Alivia, are you alright?"

Alivia's face was a map of red handprints, and she stared at Dustin in disbelief.

He gave her a small smile. "As for the new appointment at the institute, the government will decide. I'd rather not get too involved. It's no use coming to me, Ms. Alivia." Biting her lip so hard it might bleed again, Alivia glared hatefully at Brielle.

had underestimated Brielle, who seemed to have some sort of

word 'traitor' seemed too mild for what

breath was agony as she was helped to her

bar quickly recognized

that Alivia? Who on earth slapped her like

must be one of Max's admirers, right? She

would've thought Alivia would be brought low like this? I heard

word yet. Everyone knows he has a soft spot for Alivia. Maybe he's just waiting for the chance to play the

to stand, Alivia's tears flowed freely. As she left Tequila Sunset, she leaned against a nearby tree for support and

donning her hat and mask, she was desperate not to be recognized and become

a two-meter wall, a woman was casually chewing gum, watching Alivia's misery unfold with a hint of

trying to snag

you know? Dustin might

percent of them are devoted to him, like concubines palace waiting for his favor. He rarely invites trouble for himself; he only beds those he can dismiss with cash. For

you calling a

was Alivia, for heaven's sake. Men lined up just to be seen with her in the social circles of Beaconsfield. Dustin's disinterest was

just laughed and

think the world revolves around you. Losing to Brielle is fitting, really. Brielle has clawed her way up from nothing-throw a rock at her head and she'll still climb higher. But you?

Ms. Alivia. No one in our circle wants to marry you now. They're all laughing