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 the

instinctively leaning towards Cameron

sorry, Miranda, that your

trembling with indignation. Her own daughter made up excuses to skip her birthday! And with Spencer

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

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

to playing favorites, especially not when the favorite

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

cake she had made herself, Brielle had

an option unless the Haywoods crossed a

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

cake from the fridge.

the sight of Lillian, “Bless you, Lillian, always

tight-lipped smile, glancing at Spencer and then at Cameron, whose usually brooding demeanor softened under

car came from outside the

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

as