Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 59

He didn’t really want to discuss it in front of Max. Max wasn’t keen on prying either. Sensing his reluctance, he just went back to perusing his documents.

The car swiftly pulled up in front of the grand building, where numerous media outlets had already gathered.

However, they were kept at bay behind barricades, with not a single reporter allowed near. Only the relentless flashing of cameras lit up the scene.

Neither Max nor Andrew enjoyed making appearances at such events, so the car took a detour on the red carpet and eventually parked in a private lot.

Inside the lobby, a crowd had already formed, flanked by waist-high partitions. Consultants in sharp suits were on their phones, updating their far-flung employers about the auction’s live bids. At auctions of this magnitude, collectors who couldn’t make it in

via live person would send trusted consultants to bid on their behalf, keeping in touch feeds.

Andrew and Max were seated next to each other, and after scanning the room full of suited consultants, Andrew chuckled, “This bidding war is insane. It’ll take at least 300 million for Michael to get his hands on what he wants.”

The auction of Eternal Whispers was bound to attract covetous glances, but there was something even more significant on the roster tonight, although the organizers were keeping it under wraps.

“Max, any idea what the big secret item the organizers haven’t disclosed might be?”

It was usually a disadvantage for the organizers to delay revealing an item, but this time, no matter who you asked, no one could get the details.

entrance. He was always a high-profile figure in the North American circuit, but after a glance at Brielle, he chose not to stop in front of

met Max’s from the front row. Her pupils shrank, and she

at his lips. His eyes trailed over her waist. before he

but then, with a casual air, he walked

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seat separating him

sandwiched between them, feeling like she was on pins and needles. “Uncle Max.” She called out quietly, nervously trying to explain in a

in surprise, “What did you call him? I thought you

She managed to keep a straight face, all survival instincts on high alert, “You must have misheard,

fingertips landed on her powder blue sleeve. Her dress was conservatively designed, with gathered lace sleeves that exuded elegance. With each step she took, the fishtail hem of her dress fluttered,

her wrist. could reach through the fabric and touch her skin. The warmth spread,

on the other side of Max, cold

uttered a word from

silenced Brielle, who sat with

Dustin from speaking up. “Mr. Dorsey, I’ve long

was no less commanding than Max’s, and he leaned in toward Brielle with at lazy smile.

Max looked up,

If truly wanted to pursue something with this woman, his tactics would be second to no Yet, his feelings

typically wouldn’t pass up, but all he felt w an inexplicable closeness, especially under the scrutiny of her gaze, which made him want to