Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

William was on cloud nine, his face glowing with excitement. Despite all the challenges he'd faced in life, this unexpected windfall at his age made him feel invincible. The very thing he had coveted for years was now within his grasp. thoughts, his gaze lingering on her, sending a chill down her spine.

He sneered, casting a lecherous glance at Brielle. It struck him how he'd never noticed just how stunning she was before. Given that she was an old flame of Max's, William couldn't help but wonder about her in more intimate settings. He didn't bother to hide his filthy

Brielle felt a wave of nausea and quickly stepped into the elevator. Meanwhile, William marched straight towards the CEO's office as if he owned the place. The top-floor staff tried to stop him, but with a mere tilt of his head, they were dismissed on the spot. This show of power silenced everyone, and they could only watch as William took command. Their only hope was for Max to return swiftly and that the online rumors were just that-rumors.

After leaving the building, Brielle called Patrick, who answered her call. However, Patrick was clueless about Max's whereabouts and had only been tasked with finding Dustin.

"Ms. Brielle, we've located Mr. Lynch. I'll have someone pick you up tonight."

"But what about Max?"

"I'm sorry, the boss often goes off on his own. My job is to complete the tasks he's assigned. The village where Mr. Lynch was seen is quite far, on the edge of Beaconsfield. We're still unsure about the situation there, but we've confirmed his presence. We leave tonight." Brielle fell silent, her lashes casting a shadow on her cheeks. "Okay."

Finding her brother was crucial, but so was Max's safety. When Patrick admitted he had no idea what Max was up to, Brielle realized that perhaps no one truly knew Max at all.

She had some time before their evening departure, so she decided to visit the Dorsey family ancestral home. But before she could enter, she ran into Victoria.

Victoria's face contorted with rage,

and she raised her hand to slap Brielle. "You wretch! Are you happy now? You've ruined Max. If it weren't for you he wouldn't be tainted by

these scandals. It's all your fault!"

Brielle caught Victoria's wrist, stopping the slap mid-air. "Miss Dorsey, this mess is Martha's doing, not mine."

Victoria seethed at Brielle's calm demeanor. Her chest heaved with fury as she called for the Dorsey family bodyguards. "Beat her to a pulp!"Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Victoria had been itching to do this, and with Max away, it was the perfect chance to eliminate Brielle. But as the bodyguards stepped forward, Addison and Aiden appeared behind Brielle. Seeing Brielle with her own protection, Victoria laughed bitterly, convinced Max must have arranged it, always so thorough in his care. "Bitch, you only cling to Max for protection," she spat.

Brielle ignored the insult and

signaled Addison and Aiden to stand

down as the Dorsey bodyguards

hadn't made a move. Unable to enter the ancestral home, Brielle called Tiffanie, who could surely gain access. She just wanted to know if Max was there.

Tiffanie picked up quickly and was at the ancestral home. "Brielle, don't clash with her. Maxie isn't here," Tiffanie said, likely observing from a vantage point.

Brielle ended the call and left with Addison and Aiden. Victoria, left standing there, fumed, guessing who had contacted Brielle and seething with frustration.

Back in the ancestral home, she dragged Tiffanie down from upstairs and slapped her across the face-the slap intended for Brielle. "You're just like Brielle! A little whore! You should never have been born!"

Victoria's life had been a saga of unrequited love, even resorting to manipulation to keep a man by her side, enduring insults even in bed. Her psyche was twisted. She used to comfort herself with wealth, with the endless fortune she could squander. But with Max in trouble, even that last bastion of security seemed to be slipping away.