Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 184

Lillian’s lips curled into a smug grin as she uttered those words, only to see the window slide

down.

It wasn’t Max’s indifferent face that was revealed but Brielle’s. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Brielle had a smile on her face as her gaze fell on the slightly open neckline, carrying a meaningful expression. This kind of look felt like a slap, leaving Lillian bruised and battered.

Taking a step back in alarm, Lillian heard Brielle’s voice cut through, “Is this the kind of stunt you pulled to snag Spencer?”

Lillian thought last night was embarrassing enough, but this moment now was the ultimate humiliation.

They were both women; Brielle undoubtedly knew what Lillian had just been attempting.

Feeling a burning shame on her cheeks yet holding her ground, Lillian retorted with a sneer. “If it works, it works. Spencer always said you were dull and boring. Brielle, now I am the lady of the Haywood family. Your future days won’t be easy.”

Brielle withdrew her glance, chuckling lightly. “Even if I have it rough. I wouldn’t be caught dead throwing myself at a man in the middle of the street.”

Lillian felt the sting of humiliation, her nails digging into her palms, leaving trails of crimson, b

ut she was dying to know why Brielle was in Max’s car.

“Brielle, have you hooked up with Max?”

Her tone was a mix of anger and delight.

If she could leak this tidbit to the Dorsey family, they would never let Brielle off the hook.

But part of her envied Brielle for being close enough to Max to ride in his car.

Lillian’s lips almost bled from biting them, her eyes brimming with resentment.

Before Brielle could reply, Patrick approached, addressing them respectfully. “I’m colleagues. with Ms. Brielle. It was merely a coincidence that I ran into her, and I offered her a lift. Please refrain from making baseless remarks.”

So, she hadn’t snagged Max, but Max’s driver instead.

How ludicrous, Brielle had sunk so low.

Lillian’s face twisted with mockery as she sized up Patrick without restraint.

Patrick, as Max’s assistant, was a handsome man with some competence, but he was no match for Max.

Brielle was only fit to involve herself with such underlings.

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Well, she was just a bastard after all.

Lillian chuckled at her previous suspicions, figuring that Brielle’s appearance with Max was nothing but a chance encounter.

And Max’s defending her was probably just out of distaste for Faith’s behavior.

After all, the Dorsey family was rife with conflict, and Max and Ryan were hardly on good terms. Lillian burst out laughing, her derision unmasked, “Colleagues? That’s rich. Everyone knows about the string of men Brielle keeps, and it seems you’re one of them.”

Her gaze flitted over them, a contemptuous smirk on her lips.

Patrick wanted to retort but knew better; arguing would only fuel Lillian’s gossip. It was better to let her misunderstand.

Brielle seemed to share the sentiment, closing the car window coolly. “Mr. Patrick, please discuss the compensation details with Ms. Lillian.”

Patrick nodded, dialed the insurance company, and relayed the compensation details to Lillian.

Lillian couldn’t care less about the money. As she got into her car, she couldn’t resist sneering at Patrick, “A driver’s the best Brielle can do in her man–hunting game, huh.”

Patrick pursed his lips, and once inside the car, he vented, “Ms. Brielle, is she insane?”

Brielle couldn’t help but laugh, the complexity of emotions she had felt in the car earlier dissipated by Lillian’s antics.

“Maybe she is,” she said.

Patrick hit the gas, unable to stop his mouth from twitching. “She’s trying to climb up to Mr. Dorsey?”

“Isn’t it obvious enough?” Brielle propped her chin in her hand, “Do you think Mr. Dorsey would go for someone like her?“”