Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1109

The titles "Wealthiest Tycoon," "Diamond Industry Magnate," and "CEO" felt like a ton of bricks landing on Emma's shoulders, each one heavier than the last.

At this moment, she felt an overwhelming urge to cry, completely at a loss about where this sudden pain was coming from. Her vision blurred, nearly obscuring the photograph in front of her.

When she first stepped into Beaconsfield, she thought the divide between rich and poor was as simple as the difference between a $5 burger and a gourmet meal. But this photograph showed her a chasm as wide as the Grand Canyon, a glimpse into two completely

different worlds.

Her eyes welled up, and tears started streaming down her face.

Aubree held out her phone, displaying the photo, but noticing the screen smeared with tears, she realized Emma was crying.

Emma, realizing she had smeared the screen with her tears, hurriedly reached out to wipe it.

"I'm sorry."

Aubree frowned, puzzled by Emma's tears. Was she scammed or something worse?

"If you're talking about him, I can call him right now."

"It's not him! It's not him."

Emma wiped her tears and managed a bitter smile as she looked up.

"It's not about him. Sorry to bother you, and thank you."

walked away

there, watching her leave, lost in thought

help

"Aubree?"

was relaxed, "What brings you

lazy, playboy charm

you. Haven't been leaving any romantic messes in Beaconsfield, have you?" Dustin frowned, finding the claim bizarre,

"No."

you sure,

a fleeting thought passed through his

"Yeah, I'm sure."

it was a woman's intuition, but

ahead, her vision blurred by tears, nearly

she protected her belly,

and she started crying the moment she

his shirt, chuckling, "Maybe she's just overwhelmed

felt deep sympathy for Emma, who was genuinely heartbroken, a

to Emma, Aubree

the phone

if he's the

swney

done all she could, Aubree handed

that familiar voice,

the caller had

"Hello?"