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.

be better off dead. The only thing keeping her going was Everett. She wanted to see his reaction to her being with Mason. Would it drive him insane? Just the thought brought a sly smile to

Mason, the smell of a delicious meal greeted her, wiping away all thoughts of

of anything really; Victoria had forbidden it. After changing her shoes in the foyer, she saw Mason in

her cheek when he saw her. "What kept you so late?" Then, noticing the vivid mark on her neck, his pupils constricted. "What

the kitchen.

down, let me serve the food, and after we eat, I'll

silent, her eyes landing on a knife on the table, used by Mason for peeling fruit. He pampered her, sparing her from any household chores. Yet right then, she felt an urge to grab the knife and add

preparing the meal, and they ate together. Afterwards, Tiffanie brought up

used to live.