Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125 

“Is that her, munching away with Kenzo at the table?* 

“Spencer’s fiancée, they say she’s a wild one.” 

“Ha, hanging out with Tiffanie, what else can you expect but trouble?” 

The clique wasn’t content with bad–mouthing Brielle. They dragged Tiffanie into their gossip as well. 

Tiffanie’s mood soured instantly. In a swift motion, her hand flew up and smacked Sophia right across the face. 

“Damn! Who’s this bitch spewing nonsense? Since when is sharing a meal a crime? Are you lot at Tequila Sunset just to sip on martinis and play saints? Gimme a break.” 

The sound of the slap cut through the chatter like a knife. 

Sophia, gripping her cheek in shock, couldn’t believe Tiffanie would lash out so irrationally. The hurtful words had come from the mouths of her companions, yet it was her face that stung from the strike. Her chest heaved with indignation, and spotting a sneer in Brielle’s eyes, she found her outlet. 

“Brielle, what’s so funny? Thrilled with being a cast–off?” 

Tiffanie was out of Sophia’s league, but putting Brielle in her place? That was child’s play. 

The smirk in Brielle’s eyes grew, “Cast–off? Did Lillian fill your heads with that? If a woman engaged to be married is what you call a cast–off, then what does that make her, the mistress skulking in the shadows? When did this society start putting the other woman on a pedestal just because she plays the victim so well?” 

The crowd bristled with anger at her words. Lillian as a mistress? Impossible! 

Sophia sneered, “There’s photographic evidence of you dining with Kenzo, and Spencer himself has admitted your indiscretions. And here you are, slandering Lillian. You’ve really got no shame.” 

Brielle frowned. Spencer had confirmed it? 

A wave of nausea hit her, and seeing Sophia’s arrogant face, she chuckled lightly, “I believe you owe me an apology, don’t you?” 

At this, Sophia’s face turned even more sour, “Dream on. Why would I apologize to you? All Tessa has to do is whisper in Andrew’s ear, and I’m off the hook. Give up on trying to step over me, Brielle.” 

As if on cue, Andrew’s car rolled up to the scene. Sophia straightened up as if bolstered by his arrival. 

Andrew stepped out, oblivious to the drama unfolding. Aubree was at his side, arms crossed, 

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clearly agitated from an argument with him. Both paused at the sight of the commotion. 

Sophia was quick to act, rushing over, “Andrewl” 

Hearing this, Aubree’s lip curled in a sneer. 

Andrew, paying no heed to her, surveyed the situation. “What’s going on here?” Impatience was evident in his tone, his tolerance at a low. 

Sophia didn’t dare to trouble him with trivialities, clutching at his sleeve only to be shrugged off. Andrew’s gaze was fiery as he spoke bluntly, “I’ve told you before, I’m indulging this nonsense only for Tessa’s sake.” 

Sophia blanched at his lack of courtesy. After a moment’s hesitation, she murmured, “It’s all Brielle’s doing, asking me to apologize again.” 

Brielle’s gaze shifted to Andrew, calm yet firm, “This was a matter Mr. Clements agreed to. Surely you haven’t forgotten?”