Master of his heart

Chapter 471

Aubree’s eyes flickered in disbelief as she gazed at Alivia. It was only now that she realized. beneath Alivia’s gentle facade lurked a darkness so vile it almost made her gag.

Alivia saw no reason to hide her true self in front of Brielle’s friends. To her, their fear was an advantage. She let out a soft chuckle, delicately straightening Aubree’s collar. “Poor Briette’s probably been tossed around like a rag doll by now. Even if she gets out, Max won’t give her a second glance. Why else would he ignore your calls? He finds it repulsive. Miss Aubree, I guess I’ll be heading up then.”

Rooted to the spot, Aubree heard Alivia’s smug voice trailing off. “Even if you wanted to go see her. I doubt you could. Michael has used the Dorsey family’s influence to seal that place tight. Not even a fly could get in. Such a pity.”

That bitch!

Aubree trembled with rage, yet felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

She had grown up in this world and knew too well the sway Alivia held among the elite. If Alivial wanted to make Brielle’s life miserable, she could do it with a snap of her fingers.

Adding the Dorsey family into the mix, and Max no longer caring about Brielle, who was there to save her friend?

stormed out of Dorsey Tower, tears streaming

tormented her to the brink of death. She was a rose with thorns, while Brielle was a verdant leaf

the sidewalk, wiping away her tears with a trembling hand. A sleek sports car pulled up in front of her, and the window rolled down

a smile brimming with warmth. “Aren’t you Andrew’s little sister?

on the face that seemed like a savior, looking more. handsome than

Aubree climbed in, sniffling. “I always knew you were one of the

and handing them to her. “Dry those tears. Are you looking for your brother?”

started moving. Dustin’s hands were steady on the wheel, his posture a mix of composure and casual ease.

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Bri.” She said it deliberately, aiming to gauge Dustin’s reaction. If he cared for Brielle, then he might just be

“Whoal”

car stopped abruptly, Dustin turned, his face a picture of shock – definitely not feigned. “Has Max gone blind? He’s really giving up on little

tormented in jail. The Dorsey family is putting

“Which jail?”

one down on

answered quickly, watching as Dustin picked up his phone, dialing