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Chapter 207
Meanwhile, Brielle was sprawled out in the hotel room from the previous night,
her eyes glued to her phone as she flipped it over in her hands restlessly. She
hadn't reached out to Max all day, and he hadn't made any moves either. He was
probably upset, especially after overhearing her conversation in the elevator and
then witnessing Spencers clingy display.
Biting her lip in frustration, Brielle racked her brain for a plausible excuse and
finally came up with something passable. [Mr. Dorsey, the soup Wesley brought
over was delicious, thank you.]
After sending the message, she waited for a while, eager to see how he would
respond, but her phone remained silent.
Brielle had never been good at this kind of thing. Seeing no reaction, she tossed
the phone aside. She laughed at herself, wondering why she even thought Max
would be upset. Was it because of Spencer? Was it because of what she said?
She didn’t think she had that kind of charm. If that was the case, there was no
need to go out of her way to explain.
On Max’s end, he was holding a cup of coffee, gazing out the window. The
suburban view was quite nice, and the coffee beans specially prepared by the
Hatfield family were rich and
aromatic.
He had taken off his suit jacket, leaving him in his white dress shirt with the top
three buttons undone, casually revealing his collarbone.
His tall frame leaned against the window, the shirt and pants accentuating his
stature, his long lashes casting a shadow across his chiseled features.
Brielle had called Patrick but not him. Did she think the morning's incident didn’t
need
clarification?
He was feeling irritated because of her, and now he had to repay a favor to the
Hatfield family on her behalf? The thought just added to his frustration.
Max felt a heat building within him, and not even the coffee could chase away the
rising. temperature in his body.
There was a knock on the door, persistent and quick. He put his phone down,
rubbed his temples, and walked over to the door to open it.
Standing outside was a woman, dressed to impress and wrapped in a flowing
gown, her innocent eyes looking up at him.
“Max,” Lillian drawled, her fingers delicately undoing the belt at her waist. “I've
admired you for a long time, and I wanted to offer myself to you. I hope you won't
reject me.”
As the gown fell to the floor, her other hand hidden behind her back, her cheeks
flushed with a feigned shyness.
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Max didn't give her a second glance, his expression as cold as ice, unimpressed
by the tacky. seduction. He couldn't help but wonder how Brielle could have been
deceived by such a woman for years.
A pair of arms wrapped around his waist. “Max, I know you're suffering. I can help
you,” she whispered, her breath sweet.
Lillian was determined to hook him, her eyes filled with resolve and even forcing
her way into
the room.
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Outside, someone had locked the
door with a heavy padlock, sian
impossible fo those insite to 8 it.
The Get Gti Max intensified as he
sensed someone lunging at him, and
without hesitation, he pushed her
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Lillian was shocked. He hadn't succumbed?
She had used a hefty dose. By all accounts, he should have lost his senses by
now and been all over her. What was happening?
Panic set in, but she quickly composed herself. There was no turning back now.
“Max, take me, please. I'll make you feel good,” she pleaded, kneeling before
him, her gaze almost obsessive as she inched closer.
Max's forehead was beaded with sweat, his eyes half-closed.
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Lillian mistook his silence for
consent, but before she could rejoice,
she felt the cold, dark barrel of a gun
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Grim Reaper. Lillian’s face turned
ghostly pale, her body trembling
uncontrollably. How had it come to
this? How much longer could he hold
on? She cowered on the floor, not
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Max seemed to be holding on by a
thread, his fingertips lightly grazing
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Max's fingertips caressed the trigger, and he leaned back slightly. The action
made his Adam's apple protrude, his beautiful eyes reflecting the overhead lights
like a,desolate sea at night.
Lillian swallowed hard, thinking he was on the brink of giving in, and quickly
reached out to grasp his fingers.

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