Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 946

Tiffanie couldn't blame Everett. If she were him, she'd probably want to wipe the entire Dorsey family off the face of the Earth too. Everett had endured years of manipulation under their thumb, even down to his most intimate moments. It was a miracle he hadn't lost his

mind already.

She got it. She really did.

But after just being sold out by Victoria, followed by her berating, a sliver of malice crept into Tiffanie's heart.

"Everett, someone's gotta want me still, right?"

A sarcastic chuckle came from the other end of the phone. "Who would be so blind? Unless they're actually blind, you're just like Victoria, cheap." Tiffanie's lashes fluttered down, and she glanced up at the brooding sky, the darkness in her swelling. Yet, all she let slip was a soft sentence.

"Everett, I really wonder, what did I do wrong all these years?"

Her voice even carried a hint of a sob.

"Your very existence is a mistake. Thinking that a scum like you could live in peace all this time, while I don't even know where my own child is, makes me loathe every single person in the Dorsey family."

Everett's chest heaved with a mix of madness and pain.

"I really wish your plane crashes."

With that, Everett hung up.

Tiffanie stood outside the airport, the vulnerability on her face vanishing in an instant.

Just then, Mason's message popped up, casually asking if she planned on leaving the country. He'd 'accidentally' come across her flight details.

Accidentally?

The word brought a wry smile to Tiffanie's face. Mason was probably tracking her every move, waiting on her like a puppy eager for its owner's return.

She didn't respond to the text. Mulling over the years of Everett's insults, cold indifference, and intentional hurts, Tiffanie's inner darkness magnified to its peak. She sent her flight information, followed by an emoji with puppy-dog eyes.

Someone just told me that no one will ever truly like me.

This was the first time Tiffanie had ever responded to one of Mason's messages.

Mason, meanwhile, was in a meeting, surrounded by the company's executives. With the business demanding his every

waking moment, he could only net

afford to send Tiffanie careful texts in his few moments of respite.

After that one night of abandon, Tiffanie had kept her distance.

Mason felt somewhat adrift, even wondering if his inexperience in love had disappointed her in bed, leading her to leave without a word back to Beaconsfield.

He couldn't help feeling a touch aggrieved. Initially, he hadn't intended to get involved with Tiffanie. From their very first

meeting, she had been the one net

coming on to him, dropping flirty

lines that shook his resolve. She

even boldly joined him on trips to the countryside.

Feeling blue, Mason once drunkenly vented to a friend, who teasingly asked if he'd encountered a "player."

In this context, a "player" referred to someone who strings along multiple love interests. To them, Mason was just one fish in a pond full of many - once caught, no longer cherished.

"She's not like that," Mason snapped back almost instantly, bristling at the criticism. He couldn't stand anyone speaking ill of Tiffanie.

Most people only saw Tiffanie's flamboyant exterior, not realizing she was just a kid at heart.

"Mason, my man, I'm just looking out for you," his friend warned. "No ordinary woman is as forward as she is. Forget everything else, our company only started after you met Mr. Haywood, when you had little money, just potential. She didn't even know about your prospects when she began chasing you. I'm telling you, she's up to something. Don't get played."

Mason fell silent, offering no rebuttal this time.

"Have you ever confessed your feelings to her?"

His friend probed further.

Mason nodded eagerly. He wasn't one for playing games. They'd been intimate because he liked her - it was as simple as that.

So before that night, he had earnestly showered Tiffanie with heartfelt words.

Looking back, he realized Tiffanie had never really given him a straight answer but had skillfully changed the subject instead.

Why was she ignoring his affection?

She knew about it but pretended not to see.

Was his love something shameful?