Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1120

Everett swung the door open and stopped dead in his tracks. Right there on the couch was Mason, making out with Tiffanie. She was perched on his lap, their lips practically glued together. Everett felt like he'd walked into a nightmare. Was he seeing things? But no, it was definitely Mason, and that shameless girl was none other than Victoria's daughter.

Mason's eyes darted to the door, remembering too late that he'd given Everett a key. His face turned crimson as he hurriedly pulled away from Tiffanie, standing up and dragging her with him. "Everett, this is my girlfriend, Tiffanie," he stammered.

Tiffanie clung to Mason's arm, flashing a sweet, almost innocent smile. "Hi, Everett."

The room went silent, the air thick and heavy. It felt like something was about to blow.

Everett clutched the bouquet of white flowers he'd brought, intending to visit the room where his first love had lived, to honor her memory. But here was Victoria's daughter, shamelessly seducing his son in the same space.

Rage boiled over inside Everett. He glared at Tiffanie, recognizing the spiteful glint in her eyes. She had done this on purpose, no doubt about it. Maybe she even relished the idea that the spirit of his lost love might be trapped here, forced to watch her son with the daughter of her enemy.

matter? You don't seem pleased to see me," Tiffanie taunted, just as Everett hurled the flowers at her, hitting her

scattered around her, petals fluttering to the ground, leaving her standing in a mess, looking broken but still defiant.

say hello, Everett," she said, her

He stormed forward. "Tiffanie! You conniving witch! Did you do this on purpose?! Did you

to stay calm. "Everett, what are you

smeared with blood from biting down too hard. Just like Victoria, Tiffanie had

laughed

Kall.

son, still clueless,

Mason hard across the face. Mason stumbled, a red handprint blooming on his

were you planning to sleep