Chapter 463

Allvia’s love for Max was like a wildfire, reckless and all–consuming. If Max were to die tonight, she would follow him without hesitation. Therefore, Max had no choice but to love her and her alone.

Now was the perfect opportunity. Michael, out of loyalty to Spencer, was gunning for Brielle, and with Max incapacitated for the moment, Allvla had ample time to foster a bond between the two. Everything was unfolding just as she had hoped, smoothly and without hindrance,

Downstairs at the hospital, members of the Dorsey clan were leaving in a procession of sleek

cars.

Victoria climbed into her vehicle, casting a disgusted look at Tiffanie, who lingered outside. “What are you even doing here? Don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re one of the Harkins. Your haven’t managed to earn Everett’s affection yet. You’re a waste of space, barely worth the air you breathe. You might as well be dead.”

The more Victoria thought about it, the angrier she became. Her disdain deepened at the glimpse of a tattoo peeking from Tiffanie’s neck. “I can’t fathom what sort of lowlife your real. father was, but you’re certainly his spitting image. Stay away from the Dorsey’s affairs in the future, would you?”

I got it. Just go.” Tiffanie replied with rare tranquility, her

churned at that smile. She had always loathed her daughter and tried many ways to torment her, yet Tiffanie remained resilient, often popping

at Tiffanie any longer,

Brielle and

brewing. were in dire straits, and with her grandfather’s orders, Tiffanie couldn’t reach either of them. What should she

insults, they barely registered to her. Her primary concern was Brielle. The Dorseys planned to pressure the police; who knew what Brielle might

be unreachable even if he woke, since his phone had been

wondered whom she could

He had never been fond of Brielle and probably wouldn’t mind seeing her stuck in jail

Kenzo?

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