Master of his heart

Chapter 276

Lillian felt like her chest was on fire, itching to bolt out the door right then and there. She caught the faintest sound outside her room and perked up her ears, then slowly rose to her feet.

The hallway was dimly lit, casting a gloomy pallor as someone entered. Because of the backlight, she couldn’t see the face clearly, but she felt a murderous aura emanating from the person in front. She recoiled in fear, her voice rising for a scream. However, her mouth was swiftly covered, and in the dead of night, a dagger glinted coldly as it swiftly severed three of her fingers.

Lillian, sweating in agony, forgot to scream, and simply passed out from the pain. The man collected her fingers carefully, placing them in a box he had prepared.

As Lillian lost consciousness, her mind was a whirl of terror and rage. Who could it be? Who would commit such violence in a police station.

Was it Max? Was it Brielle, sending Max’s man to assassinate her? Those snakes! She’d make them pay once she got out!

The next morning, as Brielle awoke, she found herself still in the hospital.

Aubree had prepared a nourishing soup for her, placing it in her hands as she came to. “Eat up. I got up at the crack of dawn to make this.”

Brielle managed a pale smile, looking even more wan. Seeing Brielle like this, Aubree felt a twinge of pity, especially recalling that phone call she made to Max, and began to comfort her.

were dreaming.”

hadn’t said anything strange, but Aubree’s expression

were pressed tight, and after a long sigh, she said, “Seems like

she knew. She dreamed of Max, holding Alivia as they walked into a grand hall. She dreamed Max looked at her with scorn,

cried throughout the dream, even asking that question. “Did

“Never.”

more devastating than any bombshell, shredding her dream–self to pieces.

could she have

only to hear Aubree say, “You were crying and calling out Max’s

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thoughts. Brielle felt every pore on her body sweating, her palms clammy. “Aubree,

snorted, particularly irritated thinking of Max’s dismissive attitude on the phone. “A nightmare? What, did you dream Max

grip on the blanket tightened,

already losing her heart. She couldn’t outplay Max, who, at sixteen, was already a Wall Street shark capable of maneuvering her

far more formidable

stern. “Bri, I only now realize half your pain is from your leg, the other half is Max. But there’s no future there. Once you’re better, just