Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

“That’s the one. Yeah, so I’m as puzzled as you are about why he’d go after someone else’s cast–off wife. The truth is still up in the air, but the Haywood’s bad luck seems to be a done deal. You better steer clear of those tea parties with them.” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

In this circle, there truly were no real friends; it was all about what you could gain from each. other. Knowing full well the Haywoods are on the brink of disaster, who would want to muddy the waters with them?

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the reason wasn’t confirmed, there was hope. If it turned out to be because of Brielle, her recent outburst could spell doom for Kingston

Enterprises.

She comforted herself inwardly. Connor from Apex Dynamics was always a wild card, flirting all over town, creating chaos wherever he went. If it weren’t for his hefty bank account and solid backing, no one would give him the time of day. What truth could come from the mouth of such a man?

Catherine felt a hundred percent assured. After putting down her phone and seeing Miranda approaching for a chat, she quickly got to her feet. “I’ve got a family emergency, I must go.”

But Miranda had already started speaking. “Catherine, darling, my husband has been trying to get hold of someone at Kingston Enterprises, but no one’s answering. Do you think you could…”

She was cut off mid–sentence. “Miranda, I really can’t help you with this. My husband just called, asking me to stay away from trouble. If we weren’t such good friends, I wouldn’t have breathed a word of this. Maybe you should look into why Max has suddenly turned against

you.”

Miranda’s complexion turned ashen. Could it all be because of Brielle?

She couldn’t sit still any longer and stood up quickly, needing to get to the bottom of this by asking at home.

Back home, Robert was planted on the couch, his face ghostly pale. He had made countless calls, either going unanswered or being told they couldn’t help. It was clear to see that there was an impending storm over the Haywood family.

A flicker of rage crossed Robert’s eyes. “Cameron, go talk to Brielle personally. Ask her if she still cares about Julian’s well–being at all. If she lets Max continue like this, we’ll spill the beans to your grandfather. Even in his care home, he won’t rest easy. If something happens to him, Brielle will live with the guilt for the rest of her life.”

They had to act now or the Haywood family would be finished.

Cameron was already on his feet, ready to head out. Robert’s voice followed him, “And lay off Brielle, will you? Have a word with your mom too. I’m worried she’ll stir up trouble over Lillian’s issue.”

Cameron nodded. What neither of them knew was that Miranda had already provoked Brielle just half an hour earlier.

The news that the Haywood family’s clients were terminating their contracts hadn’t spread outside their circle yet. If it leaked, their stock would plummet overnight. And if it hit rock. bottom, bankruptcy for the Haywood family was a real possibility.

Max didn’t seem like he intended to stop until he had driven them into the ground. Since it was all for Brielle that Max was targeting the Haywoods, only Brielle could untie this knot for them. They had to

find her.

Meanwhile, Brielle had already been rushed to the hospital, sweating from the pain.

Aubree made sure she was settled, shocked by the sight of her newly cracked cast. “How much force did that woman use?”

The doctor crouched by Brielle’s leg, removing the cast to examine the injury.

“A secondary fracture, more dangerous than the first. Ms. Brielle, for the sake of your leg, you should really stay in the hospital for a while.”

Brielle just grimaced, unable to utter a word.

After securing the leg again and ordering the administration of anti–inflammatory shots, the doctor left the room.

The intense pain had subsided, leaving Brielle feeling nothing but exhaustion. Aubree, standing by her side, was livid. “Bri, I’m going to give Miranda a piece of my mind.”

Brielle lifted her weary eyelids and slowly shook her head, her gaze resolute. “I’ll handle it myself.”

Aubree paused, her frown deepening. “You should rest. I’m going to grab something for you.”

Once downstairs in the hospital, Aubree thought for a moment and dug out a number she had saved before. It was Max’s number; he had called her once because of Brielle.

Without hesitation, she dialed it.