Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 612

Chapter 612 

Sydney had played a pivotal role in the drama unfolding between Aubree and Adrian. It was clear that she was the key to understanding the whole mess. 

Brielle hopped into her car and drove straight to the place where the two were being held. 

Adrian was already awake, glaring at her with such resentment that it seemed he would love nothing more than to tear her to pieces. 

Brielle chuckled, “You know, I don’t recall having any bad blood with you, so why don’t you enlighten me on why you decided to pull that stunt last night?” 

No bad blood? 

A sneer crossed Adrian’s face. Brielle had some nerve talking like that, or maybe she just didn’t give a damn about the harm she had caused Sydney. 

“Brielle, whatever you did to hurt Sydney, I’ll do the same to you. I’ll make sure you pay back a hundredfold for every bit of suffering you caused her.” 

Brielle found it amusing, and she actually laughed. “I’m curious, what exactly did she tell you? She was the one I brought up with my own hands at Dorsey International. Now she’s throwing her weight around the department, and she’s been hooking up with Spencer more times than I can count. She must have reaped quite a few benefits from Spencer. She should be thanking me, really. Oh, and that first night we met, wasn’t she in Spencer’s bed? She even gave you a call to spice things up. I felt sorry for you then, but you seem to be blindly devoted and ignoring the glaring truth.” 

“Shut up! How could you say that?!” Shock painted Adrian’s face. Sydney couldn’t be that kind of woman! 

Brielle raised an eyebrow. “I brought Sydney along, too. It might be best to settle this face to face.” 

She glanced at Max. “I’ll head over to where Sydney is.” 

Max nodded, sitting silently in the corner, his mood visibly somber. It was evident he was not in good spirits. Even with the recent win of an overseas acquisition, his mood had failed to lift. 

The wound on Brielle’s wrist was like a thorn piercing his heart. He had hoped that the scar would heal over time, that maybe next time, she would learn to come clean and tell him what happened to her. 

However, Brielle’s actions were like ripping open that wound again in the cruelest way possible. Max was no fool; he understood this was her way of saying that they would both go down if he tried to stop her. She would rather destroy everything than be stopped. 

She didn’t say a word, but he understood all too well. It was like two wounded souls, laying bare their most fragmented pains to each other. 

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Brielle was blaming him, and she was blaming herself. If they had never been together, none of this would’ve happened.. 

Every time she saw Aubree, guilt would surge in her heart. How long could such a relationship filled only with heavy remorse possibly last? 

The previous night, while Max was sitting by Brielle’s bedside, he had pondered what she might say upon waking up. Maybe she’d suggest breaking up. 

The moment she opened her eyes, he indeed saw a flicker of doubt. Perhaps for a moment, she was truly tired of their relationship. 

How could this be? After all, he hadn’t done anything wrong, had he? 

Max closed his eyes, his lashes trembling. 

Brielle went to the room where Sydney was kept, accompanied by the same uniformed man from before. He stood up slowly, giving her a nod as she entered. 

Upon her arrival, Sydney’s pupils shrank with fear, thinking her misdeeds had been exposed. She had been so discreet. Alivia had assured her that Brielle would never suspect her and that 

she’d think someone else was to blame. 

Why had Brielle captured her so soon after the incident?