Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 37

Realizing the awkward atmosphere, she quickly changed the subject, simultaneously diverting her own attention. “Uncle Max, tomorrow is Friday. How do you plan to play out this scene?”

The stakes involving that building were high, with several board members of Dorsey International reaping benefits. If he made a move on this, there would be inevitable turmoil within Dorsey International.

“We’ll do what needs to be done.”

Max’s voice was casual, wrapping up one meeting before diving into another.

Brielle realized just how busy he was; even as he sipped his coffee, his other hand was methodically tapping away at the keyboard. Feeling rather bored standing there, she was about to suggest a stroll downstairs when she noticed someone sent Max a video call invitation.

Brielle’s eyesight was sharp. The screen displayed-Alivia.

Max was in the midst of a meeting, but his finger accidentally hit accept. The screen revealed a beautiful face against a backdrop of towering bookshelves. And on Max’s side, his bedroom-and an unexpected shadow of a woman.

Brielle hadn’t expected Max to take the call. Tactfully, she sidestepped, ensuring she was out of the video frame, but Alivia had already spotted her, only to look away indifferently moments later.

“Max, you at Premier Palace?”

“Yeah.”

appeared. “I’ve got the stuff. I’m on vacation next month. Shall I bring it

at the screen, “Isn’t Kenzo

eavesdropping, but at the mention

of the Barnes family,

forgot to give it to him.” The woman sounded annoyed, then quickly perked up, “But

“Kenzo didn’t visit you?”

quick loop around Palm Beach

“That’s typical of him.”

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was quite gentle with Alivia. Their familiarity was a unique atmosphere that outsiders couldn’t penetrate. Without intruding, Brielle quietly opened the door

butler, Wesley, awaited her downstairs, greeting her with a warm

catching the sight of a massive bookcase near the

bored and considering her bandaged hand, suggested,

discovered Wesley had queued up a

over a decade in Beaconsfield, Brielle hadn’t integrated into the Haywood family nor the social elite of the

Brielle seldom attended. Between her demanding studies and distaste for sycophantic gatherings, she

attended, she heard Alivia’s name whispered among the crowd. Eight

among Beaconsfield’s

hesitation.

a top-tier businessman, never