Master of his heart

Chapter 45
Spencer stood beside Tiffanie, his frustration boiling over as he overheard the conversation. No matter how capable Brielle was,
deep down, she was just cheating slut. “I think Brielle’s miles better than Lillian. At least she’s got substance.”
Tiffanie, pressing her ear against the door, ignored the darkening scowl on Spencer’s face. Spencer’s chest felt like it was about
to explode. “Her? She’s not even in Lillian’s league, let alone mine.”
“Oh, come on. You sneak around with Lillian behind her back, and I’ve got my own parade of guys. We’re all tarred with the
same brush, aren’t we?”
Spencer was utterly disgusted. Everyone knew Tiffanie was easy. “You’re comparing yourself to me?”
He had only been with Lillian, while Tiffanie had been, well, let’s just say she wasn’t exactly playing hard to get. Where did she
get her confidence from?
Tiffanie’s eyes widened as she looked Spencer up and down. “No way, you think you’re some sort of prize?”
Spencer’s nose twitched in anger, but he couldn’t lash out at her. After all, Tiffanie, for all her outrageous behavior, was coddled
at home, which had led to her spoiled and carefree attitude.
The meeting inside had ended, and Tiffanie, with a chirpy “Maxie,” pushed open the door.
Nobody in the conference room moved a muscle, because while they had been condemning Brielle, Max had remained silent,
ending the session with a mere “Dismissed.” They couldn’t gauge his mood and sat frozen in their seats.
Tiffanie’s arrival broke the tense atmosphere. However, when the others saw her tank top and the roses tattooed all over her
arms, expressions of disdain flickered in their eyes, as if she were some repulsive virus
Oblivious to the cold reception, Tiffanie headed straight for Max. “Maxie, remember you promised to get me that theme park?”
She wore a smile, and as she passed Brielle, she sweetly said, “Hey there, Brielle.”
Brielle had seen her before, caked in makeup, her real face hidden. Today’s lighter application revealed a surprisingly cute
appearance, if you could get past the excessive
tattoos.

Tiffanie, who could buy a yacht for a pop star one day and blow a fortune on a male model the next, seemed unaffected by the
scathing public opinion, enjoying her life
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surrounded by men.
Now she was beside Max, all cute and adorable.
*Maxie, I really want that theme park, and could you also give me another card? Please? I’ve just come back from Grandpa’s
place, and I’ve already maxed out this month’s allowance. He’s ignoring me, and my parents won’t take my calls. I’ve got my eye
on this top male celeb, and he’s a tough catch. I’ve already blown through the cards mom and dad gave me.”
She reached out and tugged at Max’s sleeve softly.
Max looked up, his gaze landing on her tattoos. Tiffanie felt a bit sheepish, swallowing nervously before looking at Brielle.
“Brielle, do you have any makeup remover? These are just stickers, I swear I don’t have any real tattoos.”
Brielle was caught off guard but nodded instinctively.
“Thanks.” Tiffanie grinned and held out her hand for the card, but Max didn’t look at her, his tone icy. “Clean yourself up first.”
Her face lit up, and she hurried over to Brielle. “Let’s go get that makeup remover.”
Though they weren’t close, Brielle found it hard to say no to those big, pleading eyes and let herself be pulled out of the
conference room despite the strange vibes in the air.
Spencer was still waiting outside the door. Seeing her, he was so angry he could bite steel. “Brielle!”
He swung his fist in reflex, determined to take her down that day.
But as his fist sailed through the air, Tiffanie’s exaggerated shout came from the side. “Maxie, hurry! Spencer is about to hit
Brielle!!”
Spencer felt like he was choking on his own rage, on the verge of passing out.
From inside the room, Max’s voice, ice-cold, cut through, “Spencer, get in here.”