Master of his heart

Chapter 82

As Lillian turned away, a sly smile curled the corners of her lips. She hadn’t anticipated such a lucky break.

The marks on Brielle’s neck certainly weren’t from Spencer. After all, he had been tied up in his own troubles these past few days. It seemed Brielle had indeed been rolling in the hay with some unsavory characters.

At this moment, Lillian felt on top of the world, as though even the gods were conspiring in her favor. With Brielle tarnished in such a way, who would want her now? Especially since she was on the verge of crossing the Rowlands and the Hatfields.

Unable to contain her glee, Lillian stealthily pulled out her phone and texted Sophia. [Sweetie, sorry, I can’t help you this time. I tried to get the Haywoods to come, but Brielle’s stubborn as a mule. Now Miranda’s fainted from the stress, and I need to dash to the hospital. What’s your game plan?]

Sophia was deeply touched by the message. Compared to the troublemaker Emily, Lillian was practically an angel. [I guess I have no choice but to turn to Tessa, hoping she can get Andrew to step in. Lillian, you’ve been a lifesaver. Is Miranda okay?]

Lillian didn’t reply immediately, deliberately waiting a good fifteen minutes before responding. [Not sure yet, gotta go. Ugh, Bri’s really not giving an inch this time.]

Seeing Brielle’s name, Sophia felt her eyes burn with rage. Indeed, that bitch! Despite everyone’s pleas, she hadn’t budged an inch.

Sophia sneered, vowing that once she got through this ordeal, she’d find someone even tougher to take Brielle down a peg. Next time, it wouldn’t just be rumors. She’d have a video of Brielle’s escapades spread all over Beaconsfield. Then she’d see how that hussy would have the gall to stick around.

knocking at her

the Rowlands, her frequent visits to Tessa would surely pay off. Tessa would

police station fell into an awkward silence with the departure of the

she longed for rest, but she heard that Sophia was

someone was pulling strings behind the scenes. This was her chance to expose

curled, then relaxed. Her

eyes closed. She knew that many people at the scene were eyeing her neck, thinking she

who was handcuffed also took the opportunity to mumble a few words. “You sure get around, don’t you? Can’t blame folks

words dripped with scorn, his gaze trying to pierce

felt cold, a chill rising from her feet and spreading through

a respectful voice announced, “Mr.

what do we owe the honor of your

open, but could only make out a

a beacon of light, radiating warmth as he approached. His warm palm rested on