Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 185

Patrick gripped the steering wheel with barely contained frustration. “Ms. Brielle, please don’t sell yourself short.”

Sell herself short?

Did Patrick really think she was better than Lillian?

Sure, she could admit that she was more capable than Lillian when it came to work, but when it came to charming men, Lillian had a natural gift.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have Spencer wrapped around her finger, acting like he was under some kind of love spell, or have Cameron willing to play the fool.

Brielle lacked confidence in that department, so most of the time she just consoled herself by saying she was walking a different path than Lillian.

Even if she looked down on Lillian’s man–catching tactics, maybe that’s exactly what the guys went for?

She remained silent all the way to the Premier Palace, both of them engulfed in their own thoughts.

Meanwhile, Lillian returned to the Haywood estate with a sour expression. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Miranda couldn’t help but stand up when she saw her. “Lillian, where have you been?”

The Haywoods had just bailed Lillian out from the police station, and Miranda was on an emotional rollercoaster.

On one hand, she couldn’t believe Lillian would do something so reckless, but the evidence presented by the police was irrefutable.

She could only comfort herself with the thought that Lillian might have just taken a wrong turn, probably pushed to it by Brielle or set up by her.

In any case, it had to be Brielle’s fault.

Lillian sat down in a huff, pulling her collar straight. “Mom, do you know? Brielle’s been messing around with Max’s driver. No wonder she showed up with Max that night.”

As she spoke, her face was smug, her lips curling with scorn.

Miranda’s eyes widened in disbelief, clutching her hand. “Lillian, are you sure?”

“Of course, I’m sure. I just caught them outside. Brielle and that driver were sitting in the car, all lovey– dovey without Max. It was absolutely sickening.”

Miranda’s feelings had been complicated, even feeling a sense of dread that Brielle might have a brighter future than her own daughter.

After all, Brielle had earned significant acclaim at last night’s banquet, coming out on top.

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The only thing she seemed to lose was the engagement to Spencer, but it was clear that Brielle herself didn’t mind.

Miranda had been worried that Brielle might have found a more powerful ally, but now, hearing she was involved with Max’s driver, she couldn’t help but smile.

“Lillian, you are our daughter. Don’t stoop to her level. Keep Spencer happy, and you can still marry into the Dorsey family.”

Lillian wanted to say she was over Spencer, that she had bigger fish to fry, and that Cameron had promised to help her.

Eventually, she would find a way to tie the knot with Max sooner rather than later.

But she worried that voicing these thoughts would unsettle Miranda.

She had long realized that the Haywoods were spineless in the presence of Max.

Not just the Haywoods, but even Faith seemed like a junior before him.

The more Lillian noticed this, the more she felt the need to have Max completely enraptured by her.

“Mom, don’t worry, I would never let myself get tangled with a driver. Brielle has so many men after her already, it seems this driver is just another notch on her belt. Utterly indecent.”

Miranda’s face also lit up with triumph, her grip tender on Lillian. “Don’t worry about Brielle. She may have talent, but she’s got no backup. We can handle her easily. I’ll make sure you get the best of everything.”

Lillian snorted coldly, feeling somewhat disappointed in the Haywoods.

The Haywood business relied too heavily on the Dorseys, and even though they had clawed their way into the Beaconsfield elite, they had no real standing in the eyes of their peers, other than their wealth.

“Mom, Brielle works at Dorsey International, and we’re bound to run into her. Tell Dad and my brother to not go easy on her if they do.”

She was determined to regain the dignity she lost that night, at Brielle’s expense.

Miranda nodded, her voice soothing. “Don’t worry, I’ve already spoken to your father about it.”

But Lillian stood up, “I want to tell Dad myself. Where is he?”

A sly smile crept into Miranda’s eyes. “Your dad and I have found a suitable match for Brielle. He’s in the drawing room discussing it as we speak.”