Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212 

Lillian trembled violently, her thin robe barely clinging to her body, revealing the lacy lingerie beneath – an ensemble she had chosen specifically for Max. Her vulnerability was further exposed when Connor, driven mad by drugs and pain, began to drag her towards the bedroom. 

“Bullshit! Your old man practically gift–wrapped you for me. Now come on, I can’t hold back any longer. 

With that, he yanked her into the room, her robe falling open. Connor’s eyes gleamed with a rabid hunger at the sight of her revealing attire, and in a fit of fury, he slapped her hard across the face. “Slut! Can’t believe how easy you are.” 

The slap left Lillian disoriented, her ears ringing, unable to utter a word, as waves of coursed through her body.. 

“Help! Somebody help me!” 

pain 

Her pleas went unheard. Lillian, in an attempt to avoid any interruptions for Connor’s twisted delight, had already sent everyone away. Now, she was utterly alone. Cameron and the bodyguards, never suspecting she would come to this ordeal herself, were oblivious to her plight. 

Desperately clinging to the door frame, Lillian was no match for the brute force of an enraged man. Connor pulled her in and began tearing at her clothes, while she sobbed helplessly. cursing Brielle for her fate. 

Brielle had already arrived on the fourth floor, her chest pounding wildly. As she ran, she kept looking back to see if anyone was catching up. She got scared and hid in a dark corner for a while until there were no footsteps behind her. Only then did she continue walking down the 

corridor. 

Where was Max exactly? She took out her phone and dialed Max’s number again. She thought she heard a ringtone but dismissed it as her imagination until she found the door that was locked from the outside. 

“Mr. Dorsey?” she called out softly, but the thick walls muffled her voice. 

Brielle, anxious, struggled with the lock for a while, and soon, the security team of the Hatfield family arrived. The security team was directed by Sammuel to check the fourth floor. They didn’t expect someone to lock Max’s room. Startled, they quickly forced it open. 

Brielle, relieved, was about to thank them when suddenly, a hand reached out from within the room, pulling her inside. The door was left slightly ajar as the guard, hearing the commotion, hastily closed it behind him. 

Recognizing Max’s familiar scent, Brielle’s anxiety eased. “Mr. Dorsey, are you okay? Let me get the lights.” 

But before she could, Max had her pinned beneath him, his body radiating an intense heat. She 

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could hardly speak, her vision flooded with the dazzling fireworks of desire. “Mr. Dorsey. Max, please…”