Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of panic passing through them. How on earth did Lillian find out about this? Was she followed by Lillian last night? This was trouble, big trouble.

Noticing Brielle’s momentary daze, Lillian let out a derisive snort. “So, what’s this? Did I hit the nail on the head? Did you really stash Spencer away somewhere? Just imagine if I spill the beans to the Dorseys. What do you think they’ll do to you?”

“Do you have any proof?” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“Of course, I do.” Lillian boasted. “I’ve got photos of you two from the moment you met until you went into that room. Spencer’s disappearance is all tied to you, sweetheart. Just you wait, I’m sending these pictures to Faith right now.”

Lillian whipped out her smartphone, the malice in her eyes almost spilling over. Lady Luck was on her side; Brielle was somehow embroiled in Spencer’s abduction.

Already tapping away, Lillian was about to send the message when a sudden force hit and her phone flew out of her hands.

Looking up in disbelief, she met the gaze of a determined Brielle. “Brielle, you!” Her words were cut short as Brielle kicked the phone into the lobby’s ornamental fountain. With a little plop, the phone disappeared beneath the water’s surface.

“Brielle!” Lillian’s eyes blazed with fury as she stormed forward, her hand raised to strike. But the lobby’s security, already on alert thanks to the manager’s signal, stepped in and held her back.

Lillian trembled with rage, “How dare you destroy my phone! Have you lost your mind?!”

Brielle seemed unfazed by the outburst and instead offered a smirk, “I suppose the driver who hit me was bribed by you, huh? I’ve got solid proof, so you might want to save some energy for your chat with the cops.”

Lillian scoffed, “The driver was drunk. What’s that got to do with me?”

“You transferred that million bucks from an account in your own name. Now tell me, how foolish can you be?”

Lillian froze, her complexion turning as pale as a ghost. That account had never been a problem over the years, to the point where she had completely forgotten that it was registered under her real name. Damn it! How could she have overlooked that?

The lobby manager approached Brielle with a respectful demeanor, “Ms. Brielle, what seems to be the issue here?”

Brielle pointed at Lillian, “She’s implicated in a murder–for–hire plot. Could you please call the police and have her taken away?”

Nodding, the manager signaled the security to escort Lillian to the police station.

10

Lillian began to struggle violently. “Brielle, just you wait. I’ll tell the Dorseys everything. Ryan and Michael won’t let you off the hook. And Max, even if he’s on your side now, if he finds out you kidnapped his nephew, guess who’ll be the first to turn against you?”

Brielle frowned, tired of Lillian’s babbling.

Lillian was seething, her mind racing with hatred. It then dawned on her that this was a hotel under the Dorsey International umbrella. Spencer was a face well–known to the staff here. Moreover, the news of Spencer’s abduction was the talk of the town.

A gleam of triumph flickered in her eyes as she turned to the manager with a sly grin, “You can contact Dorsey International’s head office, can’t you? Brielle is involved in Spencer’s kidnapping. I have evidence on my phone. Retrieve it, and I can testify that Brielle was with Spencer last night.”

The manager, who had recognized Lillian as the woman who had stayed in the room next to Brielle’s the previous night, gave her a look of pity. The CEO was already aware of Brielle’s involvement and had even helped cover it up. This woman thinking of reporting to the head office was living in a fantasy..

Lillian’s triumphant smile faltered as the manager interrupted her and instructed. “Take her away. To the police station.”

Disbelief washed over Lillian’s face; she couldn’t understand why her words weren’t having the intended effect.

How could they not react? The news of Spencer’s kidnapping was public, and she had evidence. As employees of Dorsey International, how could they be so indifferent?

Desperation gripped Lillian as she began to struggle, her eyes burning with a fierce hatred, fixated on Brielle. She vowed to herself that the moment she got in touch with the Dorseys. Brielle would be ruined.