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.

a sigh of relief, deliberately avoiding the other gadgets and instead, her fingers couldn’t resist playing a key on the piano. “Is

course.” Dustin answered seriously, then walked

figured the guy

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

to admit a flurry of people – a professional styling team had

“Go get changed.”

“Me?”

she was just a spur-of-the-moment interest for him, was now being instructed to change. It couldn’t possibly mean he was planning to take her to an auction. But she was indeed ushered into a

in a flowing aquamarine gown, Dustin raised an eyebrow. “Not bad, you look much

seemed he was out of female company and had premeditatedly snatched her up for the

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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 the significance? I remember at

a grand affair, with every young socialite from North America in attendance. Dustin’s handwriting fetched an astonishing five million at auction. Whether it was worth

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

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

her life. Her breath