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.

Brielle hit the nail on the head: Tiffanie was desperate for

a second-rate person, she still

unlovable. Her reputation

loving her, she used it

of her outrageous dress, it was normal for people to dislike

bad reputation, it was

the weight and was still unattractive, that would be a real blow to her self-esteem. The girl

mindset was similar, so she hid behind her extravagant façade telling herself it was her appearance that deprived her

the cruel truth was that she was born into filth and

she was still naive, Victoria almost cruelly made her realize how dirty the blood

there to

Victoria did to her, she never

mother, and since

a

to give and

she fell and

her bleeding

the response was never sympathy, but a