Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 944

Max crouched down in front of her, his movements smooth and practiced as he shrugged off his tailored suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Take it off, I'll have someone take you home," he said, leaving no room for discussion.

With that, Max rose to his feet and signaled to his bodyguards to clear the room of everyone else, including Everett, who had been enjoying the spectacle. Everett didn't wait for the bodyguards to throw him out; he stood up on his own, a sneer twisting his features as he looked down at Tiffanie.

"Never thought someone would come to rescue such a mess," he taunted.

Max heard the comment and shot Everett a look that drained the color from his face. Snuffing out Everett's life would be as easy as stepping on an ant. There was no need for further provocation, so with a derisive snort, Everett left.

Victoria, still pinned to the floor, became frantic as she saw Everett leave.

"Everett, Everett, wait for me! I want to go with you," she begged, struggling against the bodyguard's grip, desperate to follow him.

But the bodyguard was immovable, twisting her arms behind her and pressing her down.

Her desperation peaked as Everett walked away, and in a wild move, she bit down hard on the bodyguard's hand.

Caught off guard by her sudden ferocity, the bodyguard winced and withdrew his hand, giving Victoria the chance to scramble to her feet and chase after Everett.

Everett, seeing her pathetic chase, was at a loss for words-disgusted, amused, and disgusted again.

Victoria clung to him, entwining her arms with his.

"Let's leave together, don't leave me behind, please."

Everett pressed his lips together tightly, at a loss for insults. He had hurled every conceivable insult over the years, but Victoria would only sulk momentarily before clinging to him again, like a bad penny.

"You're insufferable, you know that? When will you tire of this? Didn't Michael say you'd set me free once you were sick of me?"

Victoria reeled at his words, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Tired of me?"

"So you still want to go back to that tramp? Everett, have you no conscience? I've been with you for years! And you still chase after that trash. She must be dead by now; you've never found her. Haven't you ever suspected that she died along with the bastard in her belly?" The slap that followed rang out sharply.

Everett had thought he couldn't be angered anymore, that he was numb to it all, but her words ignited a fierce desire to strangle Victoria.

Her head snapped to the side, but instead of pain, a twisted smile crept onto her face.

"I'm telling the truth. She's dead, you never found her, but I did. There was nothing left of her. Stop hoping and just stay with me. I'll never tire of you we'll be together forever, won't we?"

Her voice softened on the last few words.

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Everett felt his skin crawl, his scalp tingle, and he lowered his eyelashes in defeat.

"Let go."

"Everett, are you broke? Once we marry off our daughter, my brother will surely give me a substantial sum." She was referring to William.

The irony wasn't lost on Everett.

Even an outsider could see that William was exceedingly selfish and would never allow anyone to benefit from him at his expense. It was apparent now that Victoria's sudden urge to marry Tiffanie off to the CEO of Blue Nebula Enterprises was instigated by William's

machinations.

Everett ignored her, knowing reasoning with her was futile.

Meanwhile, Tiffanie, shaking, finally managed to bring the key to the collar around her neck.

It took a long while, but Max remained standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back turned, giving her no attention. "Click."

The collar unlocked, and the silver chain fell to the floor.

Tiffanie clutched the jacket tighter around her and unsteadily rose to her feet.

"Maxie, I'm sorry for the trouble," she said, her voice quivering with the effort to hold back tears that refused to come.

Max frowned and said in a cold tone, "I'm sending you abroad."

He meant for her to work at DreamTech Designs or to further her education at a university overseas-anywhere was better than staying stuck in the quagmire of the Dorsey family.

Tiffanie knew what he meant by

'abroad': never returning to Beaconsfield. But she didn't

immediately agree. With her identity, her tainted bloodline, her nightmares would follow her, no matter where she went. She could flee in body, but her soul would remain trapped here.

"Brielle and Mason have companies overseas. Go there and work with Mason," he stated indifferently, leaving no room for argument.

Tiffanie's knuckles whitened as she realized that he knew all along about that company, about her and Mason's entanglements. He had seen everything, yet had said nothing.