Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 943

Tiffanie reached out for the key, but her trembling fingers hesitated and pulled back in fear before she could grasp it. Tonight, her arms were bare, her usual tattoos hidden, and her earrings were gone, leaving her looking innocent and vulnerable. This was the look the

CEO of Blue Nebula Enterprises favored, and it was clear Victoria had prepared her well.

Max slowly bent down, picked up the key, and placed it gently in her palm.

"Unlock it yourself," he said.

If she didn't take this step, she'd keep ending up in situations like this. He could save her once, but no one could save a person who didn't want to save themselves.

Tiffanie had been drifting through life aimlessly, spending money, pampering male celebrities, and returning home to face abuse. Her days were filled with emptiness.

To her, the world was meaningless. Only when she asked Max for money did she feel cared for.

The Dorsey family was cold-hearted, and she only felt a tiny bit of warmth when she was far from Max.

So, she clung to that small warmth, pushing her luck and asking for more money.

And Max indulged her. She felt a slight sense of salvation, especially after meeting Brielle.

first conversation with Brielle was a revelation. Brielle hit the nail on

second-rate person, she still hoped for a man

made her unlovable. Her reputation was in

she used it as an excuse for

was normal for people to

of her bad reputation, it was

her weight was the only reason she was unattractive. But if she lost the weight and was still unattractive, that would be a real blow to her self-esteem. The girl would realize that it had nothing to do with her weight; she simply wasn't

herself it was her appearance that deprived her

truth was that she was born into filth and grew

made her realize how dirty the blood running through

a beginning, what was there to struggle for, to hope

matter what Victoria did to her, she

and since

a

her mother to give and

she fell and

her bleeding arm

response was never sympathy,