Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 942

Max's patience was wearing thin as he stared down at Victoria. "The key. Don't make me ask again."

Victoria almost laughed at Max's audacity. What made him think he could boss her around? He was a nobody now!

But before she could snap back, a group of bodyguards stormed in, pinning her to the ground and starting a search.

Everett stood by, silent, his eyes locked intensely on Max.

The CEO of Blue Nebula Enterprises had started to protest but, seeing the well-trained bodyguards, forced a fake smile. "Max, aren't you worried I'll make you pay once I leave? This toy was hard to find, and I must admit, I quite like her. She's young and, as Miss Howell said, pretty tough."

Tiffanie shivered on the floor, hugging her knees, not daring to meet anyone’s eyes, staring blankly at her feet.

Her shoes were long gone. Upon arrival, the CEO had insisted on inspecting her, stripping her bare in front of Victoria and Everett.

Tiffanie knew she should have fought back, but she also knew it was pointless unless she was willing to give up her tainted flesh and blood. If fighting back ever worked, she wouldn't have endured this hell for so long.

She should never have been born, always tainted, so it didn’t matter how she was treated. Yet, when the chain wrapped around her neck, a rare flicker of dignity surfaced.

She was human, after all. Why did they treat her like a dog?

Help.

She wanted to escape, anyone could do, just get her out of this filthy cage.

Maxie... Mason...

Max's arrival had sparked a second of hope, quickly followed by crushing embarrassment. He had seen her like this.

Seen by the distinguished, aloof, icy Max.