Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 51

The innocence on Tiffanie’s face had vanished, and within a few minutes, she broke into laughter.

“Turns out Maxie has met his match. How about I buy you a drink? I’ve really found some great guys, all of them are quite the catch.” She adeptly changed the subject, her gaze sparkling once more.

Brielle was itching to leave, but it was clear that now wasn’t the right time. Stepping out of the car, her eyes fell upon Andrew, leaning casually against another vehicle.

Andrew was dressed down, but his presence was still commanding, in stark contrast to the man standing opposite him, who looked like he stepped out of a GQ magazine, especially his cigarette-holding hand, which seemed more suited to wielding a pen or painting masterpieces.

Tiffanie noticed as well, her smile widening. “Brielle, what do you think of the guy next to Andrew?”

Brielle’s lips twitched, struggling to suppress a chuckle, “If I’m not mistaken, that’s Kenzo, the most talented screenwriter around, heir to the Barnes family legacy.”

Kenzo was nearly as tall as Andrew, but their auras couldn’t be more different.

burn everything to ashes. Kenzo, on the other hand, exuded a gentle demeanor,

You hardly ever show up to these gatherings. And Kenzo doesn’t seem the social butterfly either. But no worries, if you fancy him, I’ll go drug him for now. We

forehead, “Are you sure you won’t get

you right

wouldn’t let anyone finish the job. To snag al night with the most talented screenwriter of our time, I’d say

better use for

laughing, “I’m

inside, but Brielle

and tossed it in the nearby trash can before looking at her

1/2

“Brielle?”

“That’s me.”

didn’t expect these two to strike up a conversation, her curiosity

a lighter in his hand, the lid opening and closing with the flick

still