Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 12

But by 10 p.m., Brielle hadn’t sent a message. Spencer felt uneasy, as if something was slipping out of control. Yet, thinking of the Haywoods’ attitude towards him, which was like they’d gladly gift-wrap Brielle and deliver her to his bed, a flicker of relief crossed his eyes. After all, Brielle would have to give in eventually.

Brielle packed her belongings, printed her resignation letter, and left it on her desk. Then, with a box in her arms, she descended to the lobby.

No sooner had she steadied herself than a blinding light shone on her. She raised her hand to shield her eyes and turned to see a familiar license plate.

Her first thought was whether this man wanted her again. After all, there was hardly any other reason he would seek her out.

The car slowly approached and came to a halt The door opened. Brielle, still clutching the box, bent down to peer inside and, sure enough, saw the man in a suit, looking a

ras dazzling as a painting but just too cold.

“Uncle Max,” she called out without any intention of joining him. She really wasn’t in the mood tonight.

Max’s fingertips lightly played with the rosary on his wrist, his demeanor indifferent. After a long pause, he softly commanded, “Get in.”

“If I do, with Uncle Max’s stamina, I’m sure I won’t be able to leave.” She held the box earnestly.

Brielle intended to create a promiscuous persona around Max. It’d be better to keep their entanglements strictly to the bedroom. Otherwise, she feared she might one day fall too deep.

One Spencer was already draining enough, and Max clearly played in a different league.

when they slept together. He simply didn’t care. Adults all knew the rules; it was

smirk tugging at his lips because of her words. His gaze dropped to the box

held was

leaned into his embrace. They’d slept together. There was no point in feigning modesty now. “Yeah, I’ve been cast aside

as well continue setting a timebomb here with Max. She hoped when the bomb exploded, Spencer would be able to withstand the

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Chapter 12

has so many ventures-can you handle them all? There’s

caught her chin between his fingers, sensing the subtext in

the approval contract overseas because they split the total investment into smaller amounts,

affairs meant she knew all

his first day, but the directors’ petty theft

building. The entrance boasts an antique 18th-century screen and a set of vintage vases. Every chair is a peach wood piece from the French Empire era, beside Empire-style display cabinets

are

watched her quietly for a while before looking up and instructing someone in front, “Investigate this.” The billion-dollar building, supposedly a research center, was probably just a

were exposed, Spencer would be

party there every Friday. Spencer calls it the ‘Friday Night

for her apology, right? Ha. She’d use Max to

traced her waist before addressing Patrick, “Did you hear

several phone calls to

a tingling sensation like small currents burrowing through her pores. “What reward

“A reward?”