Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1062

It was outright bullying, sheer force over reason.

If you talked to him gently, he might listen, but only when you were both behind closed doors.

Tears welled up in Brielle's eyes as she heard footsteps outside the unmistakable sound of Myles.

Frozen with fear, she felt herself being lifted onto the table in a humiliating position.

"Lost your song, Little Canary?" he taunted.

Brielle's cheeks flushed with anger, and a fierce look flashed in her eyes. "One day, I'll make you pay for this."

The man was taken aback, then chuckled as he lightly gripped her chin. "Impressive. That's got more bite than calling me a brute."

Brielle trembled with rage in his presence. She couldn't outfight him or outwit him. She couldn't even stoop to his level of shamelessness without feeling degraded.

Her eyes reddened in a flash.

Little did Brielle know, she would eventually join Dorsey International and sharpen her verbal skills in the corporate world. She'd never find herself at a loss for words again, no matter who she faced. Perhaps deep down, she knew she needed to hone her verbal jabs. Not only that, but she also learned to keep her emotions under wraps, never letting anyone provoke her to the point of tears.

first time. Her usual composure had

come to offer her psychological support these past days. But at that moment, he stopped, likely

to enjoy her embarrassment, as if he were a male animal flaunting his conquest, making sure all rivals knew

her head in his

Hearing the intermittent sounds, his fingers twitched. A fleeting emotion crossed his eyes before he stepped back, glanced at the surveillance

for women, but

of utter vulnerability and pleas for mercy. Her voice, with its hooks and

could understand this

her current state-was

had pleaded for his help, her eyes brimming with tears, her body marked, her black

fairies truly existed, she'd have been the

at a certain part of his body, and

Damn it.

his forehead. He was

should replicate even the

of a hypnotist, he mused, was

head, his kisses leaving her

these