Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 944

Max crouched down in front of her, his movements smooth and practiced as he shrugged off his tailored suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

“Take it off, I'll have someone take you home,” he said, leaving no room for discussion.

With that, Max rose to his feet and signaled to his bodyguards to clear the room of everyone else, including Everett, who had been enjoying the spectacle.

Everett didn’t wait for the bodyguards to throw him out; he stood up on his own, a sneer twisting his features as he looked down at Tiffanie.

“Never thought someone would come to rescue such a mess,” he taunted.

Max heard the comment and shot Everett a look that drained the color from his face. Snuffing out Everett’s life would be as easy as stepping on an ant.

There was no need for further provocation, so with a derisive snort, Everett left.

Victoria, still pinned to the floor, became frantic as she saw Everett leave.

“Everett, Everett, wait for me! I want to go with you,” she begged, struggling against the bodyguard’s grip, desperate to follow him.

But the bodyguard was immovable, twisting her arms behind her and pressing her down.

Her desperation peaked as Everett walked away, and in a wild move, she bit down hard on the bodyguard’s hand.

Caught off guard by her sudden ferocity, the bodyguard winced and withdrew his hand, giving Victoria the chance to scramble to her feet and chase after Everett.

Everett, seeing her pathetic chase, was at a loss for words—disgusted, amused, and disgusted again.

Victoria clung to him, entwining her arms with his.

“Let’s leave together, don’t leave me behind, please.”

Everett pressed his lips together tightly, at a loss for insults. He had hurled every conceivable insult over the years, but Victoria would only sulk momentarily before clinging to him again, like a bad penny.

“You’re insufferable, you know that? When will you tire of this? Didn’t Michael say you’d set me free once you were sick of me?”

Victoria reeled at his words, her eyes wide in disbelief.

“Tired of me?”

“So you still want to go back to that tramp? Everett, have you no conscience? I’ve been with you for years! And you still chase after that trash. She must be dead by now; you’ve never found her. Haven’t you ever suspected that she died along with the bastard in her belly?”

The slap that followed rang out sharply.