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.

you were

in confusion, hoping she hadn’t said anything strange, but

she said, “Seems like you know what you

course, she knew. She dreamed of Max, holding Alivia as they walked into a

dream, even asking that question. “Did you ever

“Never.”

was more devastating than any bombshell, shredding her dream–self

could she have such a dream, and Aubree had

her mouth to defend herself, only to hear Aubree say, “You were crying and calling out

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to retreat, forcefully exposing her hidden thoughts. Brielle felt every pore on her body sweating, her palms clammy. “Aubree, it was just a nightmare.”

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

grip on the blanket tightened, her teeth biting into

to be harsh. Max hadn’t even shown his hand yet, and Brielle was already losing her heart. She couldn’t outplay Max, who, at sixteen, was already a Wall Street shark capable

far more formidable than Andrew.

is Max. But there’s no future there. Once you’re better, just focus on work.