Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 945

"Maxie, I just don't dig Mason."

Tiffanie's face was flat as she mentioned Mason. That one night with him didn’t leave any sort of mark; the best she could say was that he was a decent guy.

"So, you wanna stick around with Victoria?"

Max's tone was casual, not at all surprised by Tiffanie's choice. To be honest, she never really had a choice all these years, so she never knew what she truly wanted.

Tiffanie stayed silent, clutching the blazer around her tighter.

Max wasn't the type to play the hero, pulling people out of their messes. If Tiffanie wouldn't make a choice for herself, no one could save her.

If Max hadn't shown up tonight, Tiffanie would never have the chance to turn her life around. Given her nature, she'd probably let the CEO of Blue Nebula Enterprises walk all over her until it broke her spirit, without a hint of resistance.

"Tiffanie, I don't want you calling me again. I'll sort out the overseas arrangements; you just have to go along with it."

Max had his own issues to deal with; he needed to get back to Brielle.

Tiffanie stood still, soon to be left alone.

A few minutes later, someone came to fetch her, saying her flight was booked and she had nothing back home to pack.

Max wanted her out of the country tonight, with three hours until takeoff.

This departure might mean she'd hardly ever come back.

Instead of feeling liberated, Tiffanie felt lost. At the bodyguard's urging, she couldn't help herself and dialed Victoria's number.

Victoria, her mother, was a whirlwind of madness, paranoia, vanity, and pretension, without a single redeeming quality. Yet as Tiffanie prepared to flee the bitter sea that was the Dorsey family, she couldn't resist the urge to take her along.

But Victoria didn't pick up right away. It took three calls before she answered, and she started cursing the moment she did.