Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 196

Chapter 196 

Sophia shivered uncontrollably, her mind replaying the scene that unfolded before her eyes at the Haywood family’s floral wall. 

Earlier, after Lillian had spilled the beans about Aubree and Andrew’s sordid affair, Sophia was fuming with rage, her mind and heart filled with the fiery desire to confront Aubree, and expose their filthy relationship in front of everyone–avenging Tessa in the process. 

But as she searched the grand Haywood family soiree, Aubree was nowhere to be found. Instead, by the floral wall, she stumbled upon Max pressing Brielle against the wall, their kiss deep with passion. 

Sophia felt as if lightning had struck her, freezing her in place. Then she heard Spencer’s voice. He was looking for Brielle. In the next moment, Max slipped off his jacket, draping it over Brielle as they continued their kissing. 

Sophia was engulfed in shock and fear, for she had glimpsed Max’s secret. In a panicked reflex, she snapped a photo, her original intent to find Aubree forgotten as she stumbled along the Haywood estate’s cobblestone path, only to collide with several men, her phone clattering to the ground. 

The photo she took was not clear, and one could only vaguely make out a couple kissing. However, anyone familiar with the attire of Brielle and Max would recognize them. 

Before she knew it, she was standing before William. Sophia had met William a few times. before and had only seen him as a very patient elder. 

As he toyed with her phone, he asked her pointed questions. 

“First question, who’s in this photo?” 

Sophia wasn’t a fool. She could not speak the truth. If Max found out she had leaked his secret. would she have any chance of survival? She had taken the photo out of sheer reflex, never intending to share it with anyone.. 

William was in no rush, as he let his bodyguards bring in a vagrant to violate her. Amidst the insults and threats, her sanity crumbled. 

Now, in William’s presence, Sophia had lost all will to resist, wishing instead to cower at his feet like a dog. She knew she had a problem, probably suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, where the victim develops a psychological dependence on the perpetrator and unquestioningly follows their commands. 

She shook uncontrollably until the gag was removed from her mouth. William tapped her cheek with the phone. “So, you’re saying the people in this photo are Brielle and Max?” 

Sophia nodded frantically. “Yes, yes. I saw it with my own eyes.” 

“If only I could pluck those eyes out,” he said with a feigned regret. “The photo’s too blurry. Even if it reached the old man’s hands, he wouldn’t believe it.” 

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Chapter 196 

Sophia’s head hung low, dripping blood onto the floor. 

“I’ll let you go.” William proposed, “Find a way to get close to Brielle and snap a clearer picture, alright?” 

Sophia recoiled, then nodded, “Yes, I’ll get you a better picture.” 

William smirked, lifting her chin. “Remember, all this is because of Brielle. You should be happy to bring her down, right?” 

A flicker of resentment flashed in Sophia’s eyes as she nodded, “Yes, I wish she were dead.” 

William was satisfied, “Good to know. It’s not a waste to have had you ‘trained.‘ Go on, if you complete your task, I promise to leave Brielle to your mercy.”