Master of his heart

Chapter 160

Sophia felt like she’d been struck by lightning. Her voice trembled with disbelief. “What did you say?”

Lillian’s face was etched with contempt. Aubree had dared to throw wine in her face, and now she was going to pay the price. Tonight was not only about bringing Brielle to her knees but also about exposing Aubree and Andrew’s secret relationship to the public eye. However, wary of upsetting the influential Clements family, Lillian knew this task had to be Sophia’s doing. Sophia detested Brielle and Aubree, and being Tessa’s lackey, she was more than willing to take on the charge.

“My brother told me he saw Andrew and Aubree checking into a hotel together, and I’ve seen them myself,” Lillian sneered.

Sophia’s scalp tingled with rage, her fists clenched. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely. Why else would these so–called siblings, who aren’t blood–related, share a room when traveling? Are the Clements on a budget or something?”

Sophia’s hands shook, her eyes red with fury. “Lillian, thanks for sharing this. I won’t let Aubree get away with this. Birds of a feather, she and Brielle are both trash.”

“Brielle and Aubree will be here tonight. Try not to seem too angry, okay? We can handle this privately.”

with Sophia. “No, I want to use this opportunity. To reveal what Aubree has done, and Andrew, how

often clouds judgment, and Sophia felt a fire raging within her. She had

bitch Aubree hooked up

concern, took Sophia’s arm. “Sophia, calm

reason, shook off her hand and stormed down.

her lips, then gracefully made her way to the staircase. The hall was resplendent, the guests mingling in earnest conversation. Basking in the glory of her expensive gown, Lillian descended the grand staircase, feeling like the belle of the ball,

if she played her cards right and caught Max’s eye, she wouldn’t need to cling

step, Lillian felt like a fairy–tale princess, the music adding to her grandeur. But before she could soak up the adoration, the doors swung open, and in walked Brielle. draped in a white lace dress, her grace slow and deliberate. And the man standing