Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max )
Chapter 190

Chapter 190 

Having finished her piece, Tessa seemed to only then notice Aubree by her side, pursing her lips with impatience. “Is your brother around?” 

Aubree was only spineless in Andrew’s presence. Facing Tessa, she was much more composed. “You looking for him for something?” 

Tessa nodded, and after a while, let out a light chuckle, “Whatever’s going on between us should be none of your business, Aubree. You’re not getting any younger. Shouldn’t you be thinking about settling down soon? I’ve heard the Clements family has been nudging you for a while now?” 

After saying her piece, Tessa turned to Brielle, “I’ve heard your name tossed around before, and now we finally meet. Brielle, you better pray you’ve got nothing to do with what happened to Sophia, otherwise, the and family won’t let you off the hook.” 

Tessa was in a foul mood over Sophia’s disappearance. 

And facing people she loathed, she couldn’t bother with pretenses and went straight for the jugular. 

“Plus, you’ve made the headlines again tonight. Photos of you and Spencer are all over the place. Spencer’s been saying you’ve been begging him to get back together.” 

Brielle frowned at this. “What photos?” 

No sooner had she asked than she remembered the snaps taken by the paparazzi earlier that day, and her face went pale. 

Tessa’s lips curled slightly at the sight of Brielle’s reaction. “Seems like you know exactly which photos I’m talking about.” 

Brielle felt sick to her stomach, appalled that Spencer could stoop so low.  S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Her chest heave emotion, but her face betrayed nothing. “Whatever’s going on between 

us should be none of your business,” she retorted, using Tessa’s own words against her. 

A thin veil of anger passed over Tessa’s eyes as she let out a scoff and made her way inside. 

Brielle watched her leave, then turned to Aubree, “Are she and Sophia really that close?” 

“Seems like it.” 

Then Brielle thought about the break–in at her apartment but decided not to mention it, not wanting to worry anyone. 

She helped Aubree to the car, and Aubree raised an eyebrow upon seeing it, “Max’s ride?” 

Max allowed someone else to touch his stuff? 

Aubree had given up on trying to convince Brielle earlier, but now seeing Max’s apparent 

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special treatment, her resolve strengthened. 

“Bri, why not try to win Max over?” 

To Aubree, Brielle had a unique charm–beautiful without knowing it. 

Perhaps that was exactly Max’s type. 

Brielle had already hit the gas as she thought about the Barnes family meeting at the Dorsey family’s mansion tonight, her mouth twitching slightly, “The Barnes family’s over at the Dorsey place tonight to talk marriage. Wonder when they plan to set the date.” 

Aubree reclined in the passenger’s seat, her head tilting back at the mention, “Alivia, huh? I hear she’s tight with Tessa too.” 

Just as they were about to drive off, Aubree’s phone rang. It was Andrew. 

She didn’t want to answer, closing her eyes and even softening her breathing. 

Brielle didn’t rush to drive off; after a while, she heard Aubree pick up. 

Andrew’s voice came through, asking where she was. 

“I’m not going back to the booth. Planning on heading home.” 

“Aubree, did I say you could leave?” 

Andrew’s tone was nasty. He was nursing a glass of booze, annoyed at the thought of Aubree sharing mouth–to–mouth drinks with someone else. “Mr. Lynch is still waiting for his night of delight with you.” 

Aubree’s face went pale at once, her grip on the phone tightening, “Andrew, do you really have to do this?” 

Andrew chuckled darkly, lighting a cigarette, “Maybe this is what you’re looking forward to, huh? After being in my bed for so long, we’re both tired of it. Trying someone new might be nice.” 

It felt like a sword through her chest. 

“Aubree, or is it that you just love sleeping with me?” 

Andrew took a drag of his cigarette, his attitude as contemptuous as ever. 

He had stepped out of the booth and was now casually leaning against a wall. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a muscular chest, giving off a wild vibe 

Andrew sneered, his mind wandering back to the last time in the restroom of the booth, when she clung to him like a boneless vine. 

Over the years, Aubree had always been at his beck and call, occasionally temperamental, but mostly docile to his demands 

He was indeed getting tired of her. 

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