Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 57

Choking on his words, Brielle shifted her gaze to the road ahead, swiftly changing the subject, “I’ve got plans later tonight, can you drop me off somewhere?”

Dustin, eyes closed, didn’t respond.

Only when the car came to a stop did Brielle realize they were at Dustin’s private villa, a retreat he used for entertaining his ladies.

She stood hesitantly at the spacious entrance, feeling a strong resistance to stepping inside. The peculiar chair placed amid the flower stands seemed to her like some kind of kinky accessory.

This guy had a reputation as questionable as Tiffanie’s. Brielle thought Tiffanie was outrageous, but Dustin was proving to be a whole new level of scandalous.

An array of exotic professional gadgets was on display, complete with a swing that seemed to cater to every conceivable fantasy.

Brielle’s expression grew more bizarre by the second, finally settling on a grand piano near the entrance that looked incredibly valuable.

instead, her fingers couldn’t resist playing a key on the piano. “Is there some reason

course.” Dustin answered seriously, then walked further inside to change his

figured the guy

later, Dustin emerged in a tailored suit, his demeanor instantly transformed to

to admit a flurry of people –

“Go get changed.”

“Me?”

him, was now being instructed to change. It couldn’t possibly mean he was planning to take

flowing aquamarine gown, Dustin raised an

her up for the occasion. Brielle was curious about the degree of trauma this so-called philosopher

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sat down as stylists swarmed her, closing her eyes to let them work on her face. Feeling the need to break the odd silence, she picked up on the earlier topic. “That piano, what’s

every young socialite from North America in attendance. Dustin’s handwriting fetched an astonishing five million at auction.

played on Dustin’s lips, amused that she knew even this. Clearly, she kept

intriguing to use the piano as a stage. Everyone’s body can play a different symphony. Sometimes, with a glass of wine in hand,

been so speechless in her life. Her breath grew heavier, and