Master of his heart

Chapter 684
Patrick’s lips tightened, suppressing the laughter in his eyes. “Sure thing, I’ll let Ms. Brielle know right
away,”
Max returned to his seat, his long, lush eyelashes casting a shadow over his dark eyes, betraying a hint of barely visible hurt.
Brielle was waiting for Aubree to wrap up for the day. She noticed that Aubree had paused while the makeup artist touched up
her makeup, so she placed her handbag on the table and stepped forward to help:
Aubree’s eyes were indeed swollen. Brielle sighed as she looked at Aubree’s reflection in the mirror. “Cried a bit, huh?”
Today’s scene happened to be a tearjerker, so the swollen eyes didn’t hinder the schedule.
Aubree couldn’t muster a word. Her throat was too sore, and she pitifully pointed to it. Brielle stepped out to fetch a cup of water
for her. With the makeup artist present, Brielle refrained from offering advice, simply stating, “How long do you plan to cry over
him? You gonna keep this up forever?”
Just the mention of his name and the sight of his face was enough to bring on the tears. What was the point of a love that could
only lead to breakdowns?
To Aubree, Andrew represented disappointment, embarrassment, and a void of darkness. Once upon a time, she would’ve
broken all her pride for Andrew’s love. But what about now?
It didn’t take long for the touch–up, and sensing they needed privacy, the makeup artist tactfully stepped out. The door had
barely clicked shut when Brielle let out a sigh. “I’m worried you’ll do something foolish.” From childhood, the people around her
always seemed to be leaving. It felt like only Aubree had stayed by her side all this time. Sometimes, Brielle even wondered if
she was cursed with some fate of solitude.
Aubree rubbed her eyes, her voice hoarse and heavy with sorrow. “I got their wedding invitation last night. They’re getting
married in three days.”
A sharp look crossed Brielle’s eyes. Tessa had not missed her chance to capitalize on the situation.
“Bri, I’m thinking of getting revenge.”

After a sip of water, Aubree’s voice became clearer, her eyes churning with something fierce.
Brielle frowned, knowing all too well that Aubree was spineless in front of Andrew. How would she seek revenge with her swollen
eyes and frail body?
“Bri, you’ve done enough. The Rowland family’s down. Let’s not bother with Tessa anymore I’ll de. her myself.” Aubree’s grip on
the cup tightened, her eyes icy.
True love was trampled underfoot until numbness took over, while insincerity was what got people desired.
Brielle didn’t know what Aubree was planning. She only wanted Aubree to be alive. Whatever happened, Brielle would stand by
her.
With Aubree’s affirmation, Brielle got into her car, ready to leave the set. As she started the engine, she nearly hit a crew
member, slamming on the brakes in alarm. “Are you okay?” She opened the car door,
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stepping out to check on him, only to see the man wearing a hat, his hands covered in scars. The box he was carrying had
fallen, spilling various parts needed on set
Was be an employee?
Brielle bent down, noticing his twisted ankle as he struggled to walk She quickly tried to help pick up the
parts
“I got this!” The man’s voice cut through. He was trying to hide his identity, but Brielle recognized him
It’s Spencer.
His face was pale and flushed, frantic to gather the parts back into the box, but his injuries to his foot and hand made him
stumble and fall. His hat tumbled off. There he was, sprawled unexpectedly at Brielle’s feet. His cheek bore a wound, likely from

a fight, and a bandage adorned his forehead.
The once high–and–mighty rich guy now seemed lower than a common laborer.
Brielle wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say
Spencer’s lips were tightly pressed, his eyes red with the struggle to pick up his things. Brielle could guess he was still prideful
and was avoiding work at high–end spots, fearing recognition by his fair–weather friends. So he came to these small sets for
temporary work. But these jobs were fiercely competitive, and a few hot tempers could spark bare–knuckle brawls.
Spencer, who had always had an easy life, had no idea that ordinary folks sometimes fought tooth and nail for a job worth a few
thousand bucks. In these back alleys, dignity was the cheapest commodity.
Despite her distaste for Spencer, Brielle couldn’t bring herself to kick someone when they were down. After all, her restlessness
had caused her to hit him.
“How much do you want for compensation?” After gathering all the parts, she asked nonchalantly.
Spencer’s pupils shrank, a mix of humiliation and discomfort. “Are you insulting me?”
Brielle couldn’t help but chuckle. “Spencer, you think this is an insult? This little scratch is nothing compared to what you’ve done
to me. If I were you, I would put my dignity aside in such times of survival.” Even if someone threw money in her face, she would
quietly pick it up and buy a couple of toasts. After all, that was what she did back in the orphanage–nothing was more important
than filling her stomach.