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 behind,

loss for insults. He had hurled every conceivable insult over

this? Didn't Michael say you'd

words,

"Tired of me?"

She must be dead by now; you've never found her. Haven't you ever

to it all, but her words ignited a fierce desire to strangle

side, but instead of pain, a twisted smile crept

truth. She's dead, you never found her, but I did. There was nothing left of her. Stop hoping

on

IMS

crawl, his scalp tingle, and he

"Let go."

daughter, my brother will

irony wasn't lost

at his expense. It was apparent

machinations.

ignored her, knowing reasoning with

shaking, finally managed to bring the key to the collar around

standing by the floor-to-ceiling window,