Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 258

Chapter 258

The manager scrambled to clean up the scene, making sure no one would snap pictures before leading the way out.

After settling everyone into the car, Max gently wiped away Brielle's tears. With her lips tightly pursed, Brielle seemed to lose her voice to silence.

Max felt as if his own pain was amplified tenfold. He pulled out a tissue and dabbed at her cheeks, over and over.

As the car started to move, Max leaned in and captured her quivering lip with his own. A flicker of surprise crossed Brielle's eyes, and her tears stopped as if frozen, her gaze reflecting his silhouette. She tensed, not daring to move.

The car came to a halt inside the grandeur of Premier Palace, where the doctor was already waiting. Spotting the injured Brielle, he quickly grabbed his medical kit.

When the doctor's hands touched her leg, Brielle belatedly felt a piercing pain. Only then did she

realize her leg was broken and in need of a cast.

Max sat beside her, frowning in silence.

Embarrassed by her earlier behavior, Brielle finally came to her senses. Max didn't look at her. and was busy inquiring about the next steps from the doctor.

Wesley, was sweating bullets, quickly instructing the kitchen to simmer extra batches of soup.

Brielle sat in place, observing the hustle and bustle at Premier Palace due to her arrival, and a warm feeling filled her heart.

When Max announced it was time to end things, she truly felt miserable. Before she was ten. she lived in an orphanage where having enough to eat was a constant struggle. But after ten. as she was brought back to the Haywood family, she never felt the warmth of a true home.

Her heart carried hidden ailments, burdened with too much pride and self-esteem. For many years, weathering all storms alone, she had grown into a towering and solitary giant tree.

Such a tree was, as Spencer would say, dull and lacking feminine charm. It's not like a flower, trembling on a branch, stirring emotions, nor like a vine, weaving its way into hearts. So, she never fancied the idea that a man like Max could be moved by her.

In the midst of their silence, Patrick entered with a grim face. "Mr. Dorsey."

He approached Max with respect. "We've got control over the driver. Breathalyzer shows he was under the influence. But this morning, his account received a hefty sum, a million dollars. The deposit..." Patrick paused, mindful of Brielle's presence. "came from someone in the Haywood family."

At that, Brielle looked up, "Lillian?"

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Patrick nodded, seeing that she took the news without distress, he continued, "This account has been funding various online trolls for years, spreading rumors about you, Ms. Brielle. Created long ago, Lillian probably didn't realize the need for discretion, so it's under her real

name."

Foolish.

A cold glint passed through Brielle's eyes, ready to settle scores with the Haywood family once she recovered. But then she heard Max speak up. "Get me a breakdown of the Haywood family's business empire."

Prepared, Patrick produced a file, sensing Max was about to make a move against the Haywoods. "Here are the profiles of the Haywood family's key clients. The Haywoods have been riding the coattails of the Dorsey family's power due to Ms. Brielle's engagement with Mr. Spencer. They've been climbing, but since the wedding keeps getting delayed, the clients, who were only in it for the Dorseys, are getting restless. The Haywoods are starting to have cash flow problems. We just need to give them a little nudge."

"Do it." Max instructed.

The topic was about Brielle, yet she felt like an outsider in her own matter. As Patrick turned to leave, she blurted out. "Wait-

Max looked up, his gaze coolly sweeping over her, "What, feeling sorry for them?"

Surprised, Brielle retorted, "No way. When I got engaged to Spencer, they didn't bother asking. me. To them, I'm just a cheap commodity to be used up and thrown away." Spencer's name made Max sit up a little straighter.