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.

asked if it was her first time when they slept together. He simply didn’t care. Adults all

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

she held

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

as well continue setting a timebomb here with

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Chapter 12

ventures-can you

fingers, sensing the subtext in her words,

didn’t receive the approval contract overseas because they split the total investment into

meant she knew

company’s public accounts on his first day, but the directors’ petty theft was just a drop in the bucket compared

set of vintage vases. Every chair is a peach wood piece from the French

are

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

satisfaction. Once the building’s secrets were exposed, Spencer would be in

hold a party there every Friday. Spencer calls it the

Ha. She’d use Max

waist before addressing

and made several phone calls to arrange

burrowing through her pores. “What reward would you

“A reward?”