Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1441

Returning to Beaconsfield had really lifted Tiffanie's spirits. For ages, she'd been reluctant to reconnect with her old friends, but recently, she found herself eager to hang out with them again. It was like a weight had been lifted.

Still, she couldn't shake this unsettling feeling that someone was tailing her. Probably just her imagination, she mused. Mason would never do something like that, and it's not like she had any enemies lurking around Beaconsfield. Especially now, when she'd promised herself to live life to its fullest, with everything finally falling into place. She was even busy decorating the villa Maxie had gifted her. She hadn't put much effort into decorating before moving in, but now it felt like the right time. Tiffanie always leaned towards a cool, edgy vibe, but she worried Mason might not be into it. After hours of chatting, it was clear Mason just wanted her to be happy, whatever style she chose.

She wanted to buy everything in sight, with Mason's credit card seemingly having no limit.

So, she dove into furniture shopping. When the delivery crew came to move her purchases in, one of the movers, wearing a cap, asked for her number to coordinate a second delivery. Without much thought, she handed it over and kept browsing through the luxury furniture store, making sure the first batch of her picks was sent home first.

Just as she was about to choose a vanity, her phone buzzed with a text.

"I never thought you'd be living it up so well after all these years."

She frowned, puzzled about who it was from, and ignored it, focusing back on the coffee table. But then her phone buzzed again with another message.

Tiffanie's heart pounded, panic clawing at her as she glanced around nervously.

"You and Victoria look similar. Honestly, when me and my brothers messed with Victoria, never thought she'd climb so high. Michael's got skills. Everyone else is gone, only I made it out."

profile, I dodged that old guy's revenge. Lived in Beaconsfield all these years, and figured out Victoria had

shopping. She needed to get home. Her legs felt like jelly,

idea one of them survived.

furniture you picked

you big time. Wonder if he'd feel the same if he knew

el?

me

million to this account."

leaned against the wall

came over with

Tiffanie, everyone seemed like a threat. She instinctively shrugged off the assistant's hand. "Need some water?" the assistant offered, a

set

slowly sank into a nearby chair, her

dial his

19ء

shaky fingers.

her

the assistant took Tiffanie's phone and dialed Mason's