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 towards

mad at me. I’m sorry, Miranda, that

to skip her birthday! And with Spencer there, she felt

bit back her anger, pulling out her phone and

and why didn’t you tell us you’re not at Dorsey International anymore? What’s gotten into you lately, Bri? Are

never admitted to playing favorites, especially not when the

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don’t care what you’re doing. Get over here now!” And

had no choice

an option unless the Haywoods crossed a line they

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

fridge. “Miranda, I made this myself, your

sight of Lillian, “Bless

smile, glancing at Spencer and then at Cameron, whose usually brooding demeanor

car came from outside the door.

enter, holding the cake. Seeing the family gathered cheerfully at the table, she

Mom, Cameron, she called out as if