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

answered seriously, then walked further inside to

figured the guy wasn’t

a tailored suit, his demeanor

flurry of people – a professional styling

“Go get changed.”

“Me?”

It couldn’t possibly mean he was planning to

Dustin raised an eyebrow. “Not bad, you

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

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she picked up on the earlier topic. “That piano, what’s the significance? I remember at Mr. Lynch’s eighteenth birthday gala, your family hired a handwriting expert to assess your

was a grand affair, with every young socialite from North America in attendance. Dustin’s handwriting fetched

amused that she knew even this. Clearly, she kept up with

just find it quite intriguing to use the piano as a stage. Everyone’s body can play a different symphony. Sometimes,

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