Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 944

Max crouched down in front of her, his movements smooth and practiced as he shrugged off his tailored suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Take it off, I'll have someone take you home," he said, leaving no room for discussion.

With that, Max rose to his feet and signaled to his bodyguards to clear the room of everyone else, including Everett, who had been enjoying the spectacle. Everett didn't wait for the bodyguards to throw him out; he stood up on his own, a sneer twisting his features as he looked down at Tiffanie.

"Never thought someone would come to rescue such a mess," he taunted.

Max heard the comment and shot Everett a look that drained the color from his face. Snuffing out Everett's life would be as easy as stepping on an ant. There was no need for further provocation, so with a derisive snort, Everett left.

Victoria, still pinned to the floor, became frantic as she saw Everett leave.

"Everett, Everett, wait for me! I want to go with you," she begged, struggling against the bodyguard's grip, desperate to follow him.

But the bodyguard was immovable, twisting her arms behind her and pressing her down.

Her desperation peaked as Everett walked away, and in a wild move, she bit down hard on the bodyguard's hand.

Caught off guard by her sudden ferocity, the bodyguard winced and withdrew his hand, giving Victoria the chance to scramble to her feet and chase after Everett.

Everett, seeing her pathetic chase, was at a loss for words-disgusted, amused, and disgusted again.

Victoria clung to him, entwining her arms with his.

leave together, don't leave me

lips together tightly, at a loss for insults. He had hurled every conceivable insult over the years, but Victoria would only sulk momentarily before clinging to him again, like a

insufferable, you know that? When will you tire of this? Didn't

reeled at his words, her eyes

"Tired of me?"

you still chase after that trash. She must be dead by now; you've never found her. Haven't you

was numb to it

but instead of pain, a twisted

was nothing left of her. Stop hoping and

on the last few

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skin crawl, his scalp tingle, and he lowered his eyelashes in

"Let go."

you broke? Once we marry off our daughter, my brother will surely give

irony wasn't lost on

never allow anyone to benefit from him at his expense. It was apparent now that Victoria's sudden urge to marry Tiffanie off to the CEO of Blue Nebula Enterprises was

machinations.

her, knowing reasoning with her was

managed to bring the key to the collar around her

the floor-to-ceiling window, his back turned, giving her