Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 540

Chapter 540 

Her voice was nonchalant as she stepped on the gas, and the car zoomed away. Spencer didn’t chase after her, his tears falling harder as he bit down on his teeth, refusing to let his sobs be heard. 

Glancing at the clothes she had discarded, he walked over with shaky legs, picked them up. and hugged them to his chest as he continued to cry. 

Brielle caught a glimpse of Spencer’s silhouette in the rearview mirror and involuntarily hit the brakes. A minute later, she looked up, letting the chilly breeze from outside whip across her face, stinging her cheeks, before she pressed down on the accelerator again. 

Of all the Dorseys, Spencer was probably the luckiest. He had Faith’s undying adoration, and after coming of age, Brielle, the ever–dutiful fool, shielded him from harm. He never knew real cruelty, never knew despair, and that was why he couldn’t handle even the slightest pain, which shaped his petulant nature. 

He could betray others, but heaven forbid they betray him. He could toy with people’s feelings, but no one was allowed to play with his. He was still like a spoiled child, thinking anyone who wasn’t on his side deserved to be destroyed. 

However, Max and Tiffanie, also of the Dorsey clan, were different. 

Max was thrust in front of everyone at the tender age of ten by the ruthless Michael, and only he knew the hardships he faced. 

Tiffanie’s very existence was a sin. Her mother, Victoria, detested her to the bone, while to Everett, she was the reason for his downfall. 

Out of all the Dorseys, Spencer had it the easiest. But as Brielle said, he certainly didn’t live up to being a man. 

On her way back, Brielle’s phone went off like mad, and a blinding light in the distance seemed to tear through the surrounding darkness. 

She squinted, pulling over to the side of the road, as the other vehicle did the same. It was 

Max’s car. 

Max had tracked her down in a hurry, only to find her driving alone back to the city. “Brielle?” 

Max frowned, hastening his step towards her. “Are you alright?” 

He leaned in slightly, his hands resting on her shoulders, examining her. 

Brielle looked up and smiled at him. She wasn’t too affected by the substances she’d inhaled, but the cold air did sober her up a bit. She noticed several cars following Max’s, and the passenger in the first car stepped out–it was the man she had seen in prison. 

He stood at a distancé, nodding respectfully before turning his gaze away. 

“I’m fine.” 

15:15 

“Who was it?” 

A flash of murderous intent crossed Max’s eyes, his grip on her shoulders tightening. Brielle. knew he was worried, but thinking of Spencer still at the scene, weeping inconsolably, she lost any desire for revenge. Those few words had likely shattered his remaining pride and self–esteem. Nothing could hurt Spencer more than that. 

it’s no one. Let’s go back. I’m really hungry.” 

Max relaxed, stroking her head gently. “I’m- The words “I’m sorry” hung unspoken. 

Brielle didn’t want to drive her car anymore; she was too drained, hungry and cold. 

Eventually, she saw an unfamiliar man drive her car away, while she settled comfortably into Max’s, using his leg as a pillow. As the car headed towards the city, she drowsily heard him ask. “Have you decided what you’re going to do with Stellar Stage Entertainment?” He sounded genuinely concerned about her potential failure. 

Brielle found it amusing. “Did Michael call you to say something?” 

Max averted his gaze, his demeanor turning cold once more as if bracing for another argument. “Yeah, he forbade me from helping you.” 

Well, that made sense. If Max’s capabilities were put to use, achieving fifty times the results would be a piece of cake for him. Michael naturally wouldn’t allow Max to interfere or step foot in Stellar Stage Entertainment. 

“I have a plan. I’ve researched their situation, and it’s quite thorny. I’ll go to the office the day. after tomorrow to get a firsthand look at the talent.” 

Half a year was a tight deadline, and navigating the intricacies of personal relationships.