Master of his heart

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The most vociferous of the lot was Catherine from Kingston Enterprises. On a normal day, she was thick as thieves with Miranda and seemed ready to jump into the fray herself to defend her friend’s honor.

Brielle couldn’t help but find the whole situation amusing. Under the tablecloth, her hand firmly gripped Aubree’s, signaling her not to do anything rash. Knowing Aubree, she would have snapped back at the first biting word from the gaggle of women.

Miranda, bolstered by the support of the high society ladies, felt even more confident. She had been preoccupied with Lillian’s legal troubles for the past couple of days, so seeing Brielle with nothing more than a cast on her leg while Lillian faced possible jail time infuriated her even

more.

Brielle was clearly taking it!

Miranda was so focused on saving her daughter that she even disregarded the relationship Brielle had with Max. “Brielle, if you don’t drop this, forget about ever having a peaceful life again.” Miranda threatened.

Brielle took a sip of her coffee, a picture of serene indifference. “Are you done barking? If so, please leave. I’m trying to dine here.”

rage, and, snatching up her coffee, she hurled it towards Brielle’s face. Catherine, not to be outdone, aimed a kick at Brielle’s plastered

face pale, leaving her unable to focus on anything else. The scalding coffee splashed onto her collar, and she tumbled from the chair, the

panic, “Bri!” She didn’t have time to glare at the

to the hospital!”

that had just healed was likely broken again. Her lips trembled weakly, unable to

wasted no time, prioritizing the hospital over a confrontation. She helped Brielle to her feet, slinging her arm around her neck and shot Miranda a furious look.

an eyebrow, dismissive. What could a Clements

about their class, and to Miranda, Brielle would always be relegated to friendships with other foster daughters, never entering the inner

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wealthy matrons reinforced Miranda’s confidence. She had no reason to

after a moment. “Aubree, I–cough, cough, cough.” Each breath was a struggle, and the coughing fit took

I get you

she had planned after Miranda’s coffee assault interrupted by