Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 24

Lillian had always been a staple at every major family gathering, her presence as expected as the turkey on Thanksgiving.

Brielle suddenly lost her appetite for the outing. I’m swamped with work, Dad. I’ll have someone drop off the cake.”

Robert glanced at Spencer sitting across from him. Spencer was seated next to Lillian, and his complexion didn’t look very good.

That morning’s negotiation with Integral Elements Inc. had been a battlefield, with Tanner sparing no one’s feelings, his sharp tongue rattling the upper echelons of management. If it hadn’t been for the protective wing of Spencer’s father, Max would have gotten wind of it by now.

And that-Tanner, he had the gall to dress down the whole M&A department like they were rookies. He was just small company’s man. Where did his audacity even come from?

It all came back to Brielle.

Spencer was holding his rage, and with Brielle not answering his calls, he planned to take it out on her as soon as she showed up.

However, Brielle was a no-show, and now with Robert’s remark, “Bri’s caught up at work. She’ll probably be late,” the Haywood family seemed to be still in the dark about her resignation.

Sarcasm covered Spencer’s face as he leaned back, the front legs of his chair already dangling in the air. “Working late? What job does she have to work late at? I’ve already fired her. She just doesn’t want to come, does she?”

words frosted

was Lillian, her face shadowed by disappointment, instinctively leaning

I’m sorry, Miranda, that your birthday has

with indignation. Her own daughter made up excuses to skip her birthday! And with Spencer there, she felt

bit back her anger, pulling out her phone and calling Brielle

us you’re not at Dorsey International anymore? What’s gotten into you lately, Bri? Are

especially not when the favorite was

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doing. Get over here now!” And with that, Miranda

made herself, Brielle had no choice but

complete fallout was not an option unless the Haywoods

the Haywood residence, Miranda was seething “Let’s start eating. We can’t

cake from the fridge. “Miranda, I made this myself, your

softened at the sight of Lillian, “Bless you, Lillian, always so

Spencer and then

of a car came from outside the

quick to enter, holding the cake. Seeing the family gathered cheerfully

she called out as if she