Master of his heart

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Brielle felt the top button of her blouse choking her and raised her hand to unfasten it, but Max caught her wrist, “Or maybe try a different

outfit.”

A smirk played at the corners of Brielle’s mouth; his possessiveness was baffling at times.

She turned and grabbed a light turtleneck sweater from her closet, not showing any sign of bashfulness as she stripped off the one she was wearing. After changing, she twirled in front of him, “Is this better?”

Max averted his gaze, his naturally long lashes casting a shadow, “Barely.”

Rolling her eyes inwardly, Brielle walked towards the living room, making sure to grab her cane.

She shut the bedroom door behind her with a soft click.

Sophia and Emily had been waiting impatiently outside the door, their hands raised to knock again when it swung open.

arched an eyebrow lightly, then offered a cool smile, “Make yourselves at home. Don’t be

her mind, but upon encountering Brielle’s smile, it felt like punching into cotton, losing the intended impact.

humble.

standing next to her, struggled to mask her

pace and settled on the couch, placing her

Chapter 92

“Brielle,

gone cold. She picked it up and took a sip. “I just have a

set the glass down and found a comfortable position, eyes fixed on the two

mastermind?”

to throw the fruit from the table at Brielle’s face. This despicable

casual demeanor only aggravated Emily

leg, Emily moved forward, aiming to stomp on her foot. But Brielle was quick

drenched, and she almost screamed as she

Brielle.

us to apologize. If you don’t play along, he’ll throw me back to the police station. Emily, I don’t care what beef you have with Brielle, but if you don’t help me wrap this

had more sense than Emily’s twisted rage. She shot a disdainful look at Brielle, planning her revenge for after this was

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