Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

She snickered inwardly, yet couldn’t help but worry that her efforts might all be in vain, resulting in a total washout. So, she managed not to let her concern show too obviously.

Faith, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but wear a look of scorn. “A paternity retest? What’s that supposed to mean? You can’t possibly be suggesting that you’re the real daughter of the Haywood family. Now, wouldn’t that be ridiculous?”

Faith’s words were said without much thought, a mere dig at Lillian. Lillian had stirred up a hornet’s nest and now was trying to pass off such a ludicrous excuse; she clearly didn’t take Faith seriously at all.

Her words, however, sparked like a match in a powder keg. The first to react was Miranda. When they had found Sunflower Orphanage years ago, both Lillian and Brielle had undergone DNA testing with Robert.

The results had confirmed that Brielle was the daughter, but now, Lillian was suggesting a retest.

Could it be…

“Lillian, are you implying that-”

With Faith’s lead–in, Miranda became agitated, her thoughts racing toward the outcome she most desired, the fulfillment of a long–held wish.

Lillian’s eyes brimmed with mockery. Maybe soon the Haywoods wouldn’t be fit to tie her shoelaces. Mark had already called her twice in a panic, which meant this whole affair was very likely true.

However, she wanted to lead Miranda on. She had slaved away for the Haywood family for years, only to be discarded like yesterday’s news. She felt bitter and resent Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Miranda had always hoped that Lillian would turn out to be the Haywood’s daughter, right? So, she’d dangle that hope in front of her, giving herself an out in the process.

Lillian felt a surge of energy and quickly sorted out the key points. If she wasn’t the so–called blue– blooded lady, she’d continue to face the scorn and ridicule of these people, but until the results were in, the Haywoods would surely treat her with kid gloves and wouldn’t dare pursue the matter with Spencer any further.

And if she turned out to be a rich girl, then she and Spencer would be an ideal match. Faith would probably be over the moon, and even if the Haywoods wanted revenge, they’d have to think twice. It was a win–win.

In any case, until a new benefactor came along, the Haywoods were still useful, so she deliberately kept her statement ambiguous. “Miranda, I’m not too sure myself. The director has been calling me, urging me to come over.”

Miranda quickly stepped forward, grasping her hand. “I’ll come with you to check it out.”

17:00

Faith was also puzzled. What was the Haywood family playing at?

They had personally reclaimed Brielle as their own, and now they were the first to doubt the truth of the matter. If the Haywoods themselves were skeptical, it was only natural for Faith, an outsider, to begin to wonder as well. After all, if things were as they seemed, everything would

make a lot more sense.

The three women exchanged glances, sharing a rare moment of tacit understanding.

“You two go ahead and check it out. I’ll be right there.” Faith spoke impatiently, her mind still on other matters. She had to deal with the one person who had dared to tarnish her son’s reputation. Brielle would pay a hefty price.

Meanwhile, Brielle was blissfully unaware of the brewing storm. She was still at the countryside mansion, scrutinizing the lavish interior decorations.

Lillian had always been a hedonist. The mansion was worth over twenty million, with another ten million in valuable paintings and decor.

Brielle had never found it so easy to come by money. First, she had received thirty million from Andrew, and now with the mansion’s twenty million plus, she could easily make another ten by selling off the contents. With over sixty million, she’d have more than enough for the orphanage’s new location.

She smiled, patting Tiffanie on the shoulder. “Do you know how we can liquidate these items?”

She wanted to cash in before Lillian caught on. These were undoubtedly gifts from Spencer to Lillian, with no strings attached. Even if Lillian went to court, it wouldn’t matter.

Tiffanie’s eyes lit up; not only had they come here tonight for a catfight, but now they were about to play a bit of Robin Hood. She didn’t have many friends in the socialite circle, but she knew plenty of people who could get the job done. Without hesitation, she recommended a contact.

Her friend arrived promptly, less than an hour later, with a van to inventory and haul away the goods. It took only thirty minutes to find a buyer, and the money was transferred at a speed that left Brielle in awe.

Tiffanie pulled out her phone to find several chat groups abuzz with excitement, and she couldn’t help but chuckle. “Brielle, come take a look. Lillian’s really made a name for herself now.”

Brielle leaned in and saw that Tiffanie was part of over a dozen groups, each bombarded with the same set of videos and photos. Perhaps to ensure recognition, Tiffanie had even tagged Lillian’s name.

Brielle’s lips twitched in amusement, suddenly realizing that of all people, Tiffanie was not one to be trifled with.