Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Chapter 90

Brielle shook her head, tears cascading down her cheeks with increased fervor. In the

hours that followed, it seemed he tortured her on purpose.

“Have you done this position with him?”

“Could he make you cry like this?”

“If we’re comparing, we should do it position by position. Did you do it in the bathroom

too?”

Brielle felt like she was losing her mind, torn between humiliation and the primal stirrings

within her body. She never should have taunted a man in bed.

“Uncle Max, I’m so sorry.”

Her cheeks were slick with sweat as she pitifully clutched at his sleeve.

His suit jacket lay discarded at the foot of the bed, but his shirt remained on–though it was

a rumpled mess

from their encounter.

Brielle had always known how he was in bed, a stark contrast to The Priest. When he

interrogated someone, his cruelty seemed to know no bounds.

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Opposite The Priest, he was like a dazzlingly colorful poison butterfly, an entangling siren,

a being one should rightly fear and revere, yet irresistibly fall into his seductive snare.

Brielle regretted her actions so deeply it hurt, and after many sweet nothings and tears,

she finally managed to

soothe the man to a stop.

Max brushed the tears from her cheeks with a chuckle, “Is that all you’ve got?” His voice

was raspy with a hint of post–passion, echoing close to her ear.

The anger in her heart dissipated instantly–this was Max, with just a few words he could

make one long to live for him, or die for him.

The apartment was filled with sounds of passion.

Meanwhile, at the police station, thanks to Andrew’s intervention, Sophia was quickly

released. As for the thug who started the fight, he was sentenced, and the so–called trade

secrets? Andrew had said he wouldn’t pursue it, so naturally, the police wouldn’t either.

Sophia walked out behind Andrew, her face beaming with relief. “Andrew, don’t worry, I’ll

definitely put in a good word for you with my cousin.”

Everyone knew how much Andrew cared for Tessa–whatever Tessa wanted, Andrew would

do.

Andrew was impatient with these female squabbles, but he still had to follow through on

his promise to Brielle. “Get in touch with Emily from the Hatfield family. I want you two to

personally apologize to Brielle, and don’t you dare half–ass it.”

Max had given him respect, and he had to do the same for Max.

Sophia’s face stiffened, her lips pursing in reluctance. “She doesn’t have any real status in

the Dorsey family. What’s there to fear? Besides, you said yourself there was no trade

secret issue. I should be the one to sue her for slander.”

With the Rowland family and Andrew backing her, what did she have to fear from Brielle?

“Andrew, Brielle and Spencer’s relationship is just for show. Spencer doesn’t even want to

keep up appearances.”

Andrew lit a cigarette, his sharp gaze pinning her down. Sophia’s smugness vanished as if

someone had, choked her.

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Andrew scoffed, “I’m willing to talk to you out of respect for Tessa. If you and Emily don’t

go, it’s not just Brielle I won’t let off.”

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Sophia felt a chill run down her spine, unable to move a muscle. How could she forget how

unapproachable Andrew could be? Apart from Tessa, he had never shown favor to any

other woman.

She quickly lowered her head, avoiding his piercing eyes. “Andrew, I understand. I’ll

contact Emily right away.”

Andrew didn’t bother giving her another glance, stepping into his car and driving away.

Watching the car disappear, Sophia gritted her teeth in frustration. She couldn’t fathom

why Andrew insisted on the apology. What was he wary of? Spencer? Impossible. Spencer,

a playboy with no real power, was nothing in Andrew’s eyes.

The Haywood family? Although their business had improved over the years due to their

connection with the Dorsey family, it wasn’t enough for Andrew to show them favor.

Sophia racked her brain but couldn’t come up with an answer. In the end, she decided to

call Tessa. “Tessa, Andrew wants me to apologize to Brielle at her doorstep. Do you think

he’s taking Brielle’s side?”

Sophia was well–liked by Tessa. She always sweet–talked her and spent a lot of time

keeping her company. She knew Tessa enjoyed Andrew’s favors and wouldn’t tolerate any

other woman having a special place with him.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Tessa sat up straight. “Did he tell you that himself?”

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