Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

The bodyguard promptly let Brielle in with a respectful nod.

“Thank you,” Brielle said as she inquired about Max’s whereabouts before hurrying off in the direction she was given.

She had just turned down a narrow alley when she was stopped by one of the Haywood family’s bodyguards. “Ms. Brielle, we’ve been waiting for you.”

Brielle recognized the bodyguard from previous encounters with the Haywood family; he seemed to be one of Cameron’s men. A frown creased her forehead, “Where’s Lillian right now?”

The bodyguard feigned urgency, “Please follow me. They’ve been waiting for you for quite some time.”

Brielle was no fool. Had it been a bodyguard from the Hatfield family, she would have followed without question. But knowing the hatred the Haywood family harbored against her, she doubted the sincerity of their bodyguard’s intentions.

She took a step back, her expression wary. “No need, I’ll ask someone from the Hatfield family. myself.”

She expected the bodyguard to get rough, but instead, he just stood there, watching her with an inscrutable gaze that unsettled her even more. With a frown, Brielle headed toward the security booth by the garden. It was manned by the Hatfield family, and she asked again for Max’s location.

What she didn’t know was that Cameron had made preparations for this night and had already bought off this particular security guard. The guard pointed towards a building nearby. “Third floor, room 3001, right by the corridor.”

Brielle breathed a sigh of relief and quickly made her way into the adjacent elevator.

Meanwhile, Lillian, who had been lurking in the shadows, glared resentfully at Brielle’s retreating figure. Her nails dug deep into her palms as she yearned to witness Brielle’s downfall. A smirk curled on Lillian’s lips as she followed to the third floor and checked with her people, “Are all the filming tools we prepared ready?”

“Don’t worry, Miss Lillian, there are three cameras set up in the room. Once it’s all over, we can pull the footage,” one of her men assured her.

Lillian’s frustration eased, but she worried Max might grow angry if Brielle didn’t show up soon. “Go to the party and find a woman to take to Max’s room.”

“Who should we look for?”

Lillian’s mind raced before she sneered and picked a flower, “Sophia, she’s here too, isn’t she? She probably hates Brielle as well. Given the chance to undermine her, I doubt she’d pass it up.”

The bodyguard nodded and quickly departed.

By this time, Brielle had reached the door of room 3001. As she pushed it open a crack, a peculiar scent wafted out to her. It wasn’t the usual fragrance of perfume; it smelled more like some kind of drug. Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately turned to leave, but the overweight man inside, tormented by the drug’s effects, lunged at her. “Bri, I’ve been waiting for you for so long. I’ve missed you terribly.”

Brielle dodged his advance and switched on the room lights. As the room brightened, she saw a man with a beer belly and bloodshot eyes standing not too far away, staring at her as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Brielle had no interest in exchanging words. She opened the door to rush out. But Connor, who was used to women fawning over him, grasped her wrist, panting heavily.

“Weren’t you the one who called me over? Come on, sweetheart, I can’t hold back any longer, it’s killing me.”

“Get lost!”

Brielle, who had trained in taekwondo, broke free and grabbed a vase from the entryway, smashing it over his head. Taking advantage of his stagger, she bolted out the door.

Connor, accustomed to women who would kneel for his money, couldn’t believe how this fake heiress was treating him. His vision blurred as he stumbled after her, cursing under his breath. “Bitch! You think you can escape tonight?”

He reached the staircase landing and grabbed the person he saw, but unbeknownst to him. Brielle had already run up the stairs, leaving him with a panicked Lillian, who had been hiding. hoping to witness the drama.

Lillian’s face went pale as she shoved away Connor’s reeking breath. “Mr. Connor, you’ve got the wrong person. I’m Lillian. Brielle’s gotten away, but I’ll have someone bring her right back

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