Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Chapter 137

The buzz in the chat groups was like wildfire, and it wasn’t long before the videos made its

way to Andrew and Kenzo.

Andrew, a member of just a couple of groups, paused mid–sip as the video popped up on

his screen. He glanced at Kenzo, who had just settled beside him. “Isn’t that Brielle’s

fiancé?”

The video was crystal clear; even a blind man couldn’t miss it.

Kenzo offered a gentle smile. “Yeah, that’s him. Did Brielle take this footage?”

Brielle didn’t seem the type to stir up drama.

Andrew snorted, his mind darting immediately to Tiffanie. “I bet it was Tiffanie. Spencer’s

her cousin, and she’s really thrown him under the bus this time.”

Twirling his phone with a mischievous grin, Andrew mused, “So, Brielle’s fiancé has been

playing the field, no wonder she got cozy with Max. I thought she was just climbing the

social ladder for a career boost, but looks like she’s playing a much bigger game–sleeping

with her fiance’s uncle for revenge.”

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Andrew wasn’t Brielle’s biggest fan, but the video piqued his interest in her scheming

ways. He set his phone down and looked at Kenzo. “You’re all over the tabloids with

Brielle, and you haven’t bothered to clear the air. Any other time there’s gossip about you

and some starlet. you set the record straight pronto.”

Kenzo just smiled, his demeanor still soft, though Andrew knew the man was cunning as a

fox.

“Andrew, don’t you find all this intriguing? Alivia’s got a thing for Max, while Max is

keeping Brielle on the side. I’m rumored to be with Brielle, and her fiancé is Max’s nephew.

The waters are muddied, and when all this comes to a head, it’s going to be quite the

show.”

Andrew pushed a glass of whiskey toward him with a scoff. “You creative types and your

deep games. Have you told Alivia about Brielle and Max?”

“Tell her what? My sister, proud and arrogant, has always regarded Max as her possession.

If she really finds out there’s another woman by his side, she’ll probably return to the

country immediately. Then there will be another round of turmoil at home. Being caught in

the middle of her and Max is not pleasant.”

He was implying that he didn’t want to put himself through this mess.

Andrew nodded, took a sip of his drink, and couldn’t help but ask, “Do you and Tiffanie

have something going on?”

Kenzo’s brow furrowed slightly. “Come on, you know how Max dotes on Tiffanie. Even if I

did like her, Max would never allow it. And Tiffanie’s flaky mom has pushed her daughter

to the brink. The guy who’d get with Tiffanie is not going to be someone like me, ready to

sacrifice. everything for art.”

Chapter 137

The man for Tiffanie would need to provide her with substantial security, to pull her from

the abyss, but Kenzo wasn’t that man. In fact, in their circle, no such man existed.

Tiffanie craved undivided love. While everyone else was sowing wheat, she wanted to

grow roses. She sought romance, not survival.

Andrew stayed silent. They all knew about Tiffanie’s mother, which explained her current

state. This was also why Max indulged her so.

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Tiffanie’s origins were tainted with filth, savagery, and contempt. She wasn’t born from

hopeful expectations; she began from a mistake.

The lounge was quiet. The two men had come out for a casual drink. Aubree, who had

arrived first, had vanished. Andrew didn’t bother looking for her; he never cared what

Aubree was up to. His phone buzzed. It was Tessa on the line.

Tessa hardly ever called him, and when she did these days, it usually concerned Sophia.

As he answered, he heard Tessa’s coughing on the other end.

“Cough, cough.”

Tessa was known as the delicate beauty, seldom venturing from the Clements‘ estate.

Even at social gatherings, she’d find a corner and sit quietly.

“Andrew, did you really give Brielle thirty million?” Tessa’s voice was weak.

Andrew uttered a nonchalant “Yeah,” then advised. “Take it easy when you talk, look after

yourself.”

“Did I cause you trouble? If I’d known Brielle would demand so much, I’d have had Sophial

apologize. She’s impulsive. Just now, she broke into tears on the phone to me. Sorry about

this. I’ll transfer the money to you later.”

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