Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle had no idea what had just transpired, but she faintly caught her name being whispered. She glanced at the astonished crowd outside, a sly smile curling on her lips. “Morning, folks. Up with the dawn, I see.”

Their expressions changed in a heartbeat. If this clean, neatly dressed, and poised individual was Brielle, then who was the woman shrouded in the bedsheet?

These trust fund kids were sharp as tacks. Their minds raced, piecing together the sordid puzzle.

That mysterious woman deliberately remained silent. Hearing them say it was Brielle, she tacitly accepted it. Wasn’t this an attempt to make Brielle take the blame?

Had Brielle not shown up in the elevator, everyone would have believed she was the one who had a fling with Connor last night.

Raising an eyebrow, Brielle turned to Spencer and then to the covered figure, her voice laced with mock curiosity, “Is this your new girlfriend, Mr. Spencer?”

Her words slapped Spencer as if leaving a physical mark on his pride.

The crowd remembered how Spencer had just identified the woman under the sheets as Brielle. If it wasn’t her, then who was it?

“Mr. Spencer, that was out of line.” someone chided. “You saw her face and still hinted she was Brielle?” This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“The one who was fooling around with Connor wasn’t her at all. So, who is this shameless person? Doing such disgraceful things and expecting someone else to take the blame?”

“Let’s see her face! Do it, now!”

The crowd was getting riled up, feeling duped.

Lillian, paralyzed with fear, couldn’t utter a word until she felt someone tugging at her bedsheets. In panic, she stumbled backward. “No, stop! Leave me alone!”

Brielle, recognizing the voice, quickly put two and two together. “So it’s Lillian.”

At the mention of Lillian, disdain filled everyone’s eyes. They hadn’t forgotten the spectacle at the Haywood family’s banquet, where Brielle had exposed their true colors. They were skeptical then, but now the truth was undeniable.

“So it’s Lillian. That’s just revolting, trying to frame Brielle.”

“This must be a habit for her; she’s always bad–mouthing Brielle.”

“She even accused Brielle of being promiscuous. Turns out it was her all along? God, if I were Brielle. I’d be livid.”

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At this point, hiding was futile. Her name was already out there. Fuming, Lillian yanked the sheet off her head, clutching it around her frame. Yet, her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Max.

Brielle and Max were together, so they must have spent the night, right? This realization filled her with spite, an urge to lash out at them both.

However, she couldn’t stand up to Max. The memory of the gun pressed to her forehead left her speechless, unable to utter a word against him, especially not in front of this audience. Her lips trembled as she caught Max’s threatening gaze, a warning only she could fully comprehend.

With puffy, tearful eyes and no dignity left for the elevator ride, Lillian bolted for the stairs.

The whispers continued as everyone’s gaze shifted to Spencer. Brielle turned to him, her voice sweet as honey. “Aren’t you going to chase after your girlfriend?”

The term ‘girlfriend‘ was a stab of humiliation. They all knew too well who Lillian had been with

last night.

Spencer felt the sting of disgrace once again, his eyes seething with resentment towards

Brielle.