Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213 

Lillian was shaking all over, the sound of Connor’s voice still ringing in her ears, making her feel so nauseated she wanted to vomit. She ran to the bathroom, but with nothing in her stomach from the night before, there was nothing to bring up. 

Catching her reflection in the mirror, she looked a mess, bruised all over. The lingerie she had carefully chosen were torn to shreds. 

The knocking at the door was growing louder, and she could even hear the two people she had planted stirring the pot, making her blood boil with rage. 

“That’s the room, I swear I saw Brielle dash in there, isn’t that the room of Mr. Connor from Apex Dynamics?” 

“Mr. Connor? Isn’t he the one who just lost his wife?” 

“Ugh, she’d go for a guy like that? He gave me the creeps with the way he looked at me last night. Brielle really isn’t picky, is she?” 

The hallway was filled with young onlookers, all eager for some juicy gossip, especially if it involved catching someone in a scandal. Even Spencer had been summoned. 

Lillian had explicitly instructed her people to make sure Spencer showed up. Now there he was, standing among the crowd with a dark expression, hardly able to believe Brielle could get involved with Connor. 

Sure, Connor had money, but it was the kind of wealth that only fooled women with more beauty than brains. Brielle had once been his fiancée; had she really sunk this low? Strangely. Spencer felt a twisted sense of relief wash over him. It was as if the humiliation he had suffered at Brielle’s hands was dissipating. 

As the crowd looked on, it seemed they were trying to read something in his face. Spencer pursed his lips. He had thought about reconciling with Brielle, but if she was truly this disgusting, why bother trying to win her back? 

“She’s no longer my fiancée. I agreed to end the engagement precisely because I knew what kind of person she was, and this isn’t the first time she’s done something like this.” 

Spencer’s mindset was bordering on pathological now. He felt disgusted that Brielle could stoop so low and still deny him while maintaining a disdainful facade towards him in public… 

It was all Brielle’s fault, he thought. A twisted sense of joy crept into Spencer’s heart, and he couldn’t help but let a smirk play on his lips, “Her affairs have nothing to do with me anymore.” 

The crowd nodded in agreement; they had heard the two were no longer engaged. 

Someone suggested breaking down the door, and a few robust young men took the initiative. kicking at it repeatedly. Those who had come for the spectacle were the types who took pleasure in others‘ misfortune. 

14:20 

Chapter 213 

Inside, Lillian jumped at the sound of the door being battered, desperate to find a hiding place. But the room was too tidy, and here was nowhere to conceal herself. 

Her eyes fell on the window, and she hurried to the bed. Without any clothes to wear, her gown and lingerie having been torn to pieces, she wrapped herself in a bedsheet. She moved to the window, but saw that the garden below was filled with people enjoying their breakfast. 

She was trapped. 

Shivering. Lillian watched as the door nearly gave way and she shot a hateful glance at Connor, “Mr. Connor, think of something, will you?” 

Connor was still basking in the afterglow of the previous night. Though groggy, he remembered the taste of this woman. “Lillian, why don’t you just settle down with me? I won’t short–change you or Bri. How about fifty thousand a month in pocket money? What do you say?” 

Lillian’s eyes were bloodshot with rage, itching to grab the vase nearby and smash it over this man’s head. 

Fifty thousand to sleep with her? He should take a long hard look in the mirror.