Chapter 578

“This ‘little souvenir‘ is from Max, and if you don’t believe me, go and ask him yourself. He and I connect on a soul level. You? You’re just his fling, a flash in the pan. When you used those cheap tricks to snag him, you sealed the deal on a relationship that’s skin–deep at best. It’s only a matter of time before he gets sick of you.”

After Alivia spat out her venomous words, she wanted to bask in Brielle’s breakdown, but Brielle was way too composed, which made Alivia look like a complete fool. She couldn’t believe Brielle didn’t care at all. She must’ve been pretending, right?

Of course, what she had said was a lie. Max was always guarded around women, so how could he have let her get that close? She made up the whole thing, knowing Brielle wouldn’t bother to check the story with Max. As long as it wasn’t verified, it might as well be true.

“So, he kissed you?” Brielle chuckled lightly. “I can’t be bothered to verify whether that’s true or not.

And even if it is, what of it? Anything he hasn’t done with you, he does with me every single night. But I don’t parade it around because it’s just another mundane detail.”

Alivia’s face turned ashen, her chest quivering with rage. She was utterly humiliated!

But the fact was, Max and Brielle indeed has sex!

Brielle even unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, revealing a dusting of pink marks underneath.

“Max bit you, Ms. Alivia? That must’ve hurt. He wouldn’t dream of being so rough with me.”

Her words were a low blow. Brielle was repulsed by her own pettiness after saying it. But Alivia had asked for it, barging in like that while Brielle was in a foul mood, making herself a perfect target. She deserved it.

量 The marks were faint pink, a testament to tenderness, to how cherished she was. In stark contrast to the bite, they were like countless slaps across Alivia’s face.

Shaking with anger and not knowing how to respond, Alivia was snapped back to reality by Martha’s voice from inside the room. “Alivia, if you’re here, come on in. Why waste time talking to nobodies?”

Alivia, struggling to keep her composure and not fall apart on the spot, shot Brielle a hateful glare, took a deep breath, and walked inside with a forced smile.

Brielle stood still, overhearing Martha’s voice again. “Alivia, let me look at you; have you lost weight? I told the doctors not to worry you about my condition. You’ve got your hands full with work. I hear the institute has started to accept applications?”

“Martha, no matter how busy I am, I’ll always make time to see you.”

Martha’s face was all smiles, trying to dispel the gloom Max had brought her. She glanced out the window, noting that Brielle was no longer there. “Alivia, has someone been giving you trouble?”

12.07 Alivia didn’t answer right away, instinctively turning to Max.

Max stood unflappable, his voice rich and deep. “Brielle doesn’t start fights.” The implication was clear:

if you got bullied, you were asking for it.

Having been humiliated by Brielle and now belittled by Max, Alivia’s eyes reddened instantly.

Martha was livid, nearly fainting with frustration. She took Alivia’s hand and patted it reassuringly.

“Alivia, darling, I heard you asked the cook to prepare some soup. Why don’t you check on it? Max and I need to finish our conversation. Remember, don’t waste your time chatting with the riff–raff outside.”

Alivia nodded, her eyes still red but her face composed. “Max, I’ll step out.”

Max gave a noncommittal grunt, clearly not interested in further dialogue.

Alivia clenched her fists at her sides as she left, her eyes seething with resentment.