Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1119

Tiffanie couldn't get a single word out, her neck quickly showing a bright red welt. Everett looked like he hated her guts, his eyes bloodshot as he glared, as if he wanted to strangle her right then and there.

She thought she was done for. This man seemed like he'd crawled out from the depths of hell, ready to unload all his anger about the Dorsey family onto her. Her vision began to blur, but the sound of a key dropping from Everett's hand snapped him out of his rage. His face froze, and he let her go, carefully picking up the key. "The Dorsey family's bankrupt, so you must be out of cash. North America's more liberal; why don't you go hustle on the streets? Now get lost."

With a shove, Tiffanie tumbled out of the car. Everett didn't even look back, just floored it and sped away.

She sat there on the pavement, unmoving, as cars and curious drivers passed by. After a moment, she sighed deeply and slowly got to her feet. Her neck was sore, and her knee had turned a nasty shade of blue from the fall.

She almost wished Everett had strangled her; it would make for an interesting showdown between him and his father. She had long been tired of living, her life a complete mess. Without Victoria to torment her or insult her like a dog to win Everett's favor, this newfound freedom felt oddly empty.

The only thing keeping her going was Everett. She wanted to see his reaction to

she shared with Mason, the smell of a delicious meal greeted her, wiping away all thoughts of Everett. Mason, a financial hotshot, still found time to cook for

to cook or do much of anything really; Victoria had forbidden it. After changing her shoes

"What kept you so late?" Then, noticing the vivid mark on her

the kitchen. "What have you made? It smells

let me serve the food, and after we eat, I'll take care of that

any household chores. Yet right then, she felt an urge to grab the knife and add a few more

her inner turmoil, finished preparing the meal, and they ate together.

visit the place you used to live. I want