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.

white gloves respectfully ushered guests into the hall, and just then, Dustin’s car arrived at the 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 the paparazzi’s lenses. Once inside the venue, many greeted him, and then their gaze fell on Brielle. She didn’t seem intimidated, but as she passed through the last doorway, she felt a piercing gaze

front row. Her pupils

before he subtly gestured to

frowned, but then, with a casual air, he walked

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one seat separating him from

she was on pins and needles. “Uncle Max.” She called out quietly, nervously trying to

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

a straight

then, Max’s 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, adorned with sequins. Among a sea

the fingertips on her wrist. could reach through the fabric and touch her skin. The

sitting on the other side of Max,

a word from

who sat with a rigid back, trying not to show

didn’t prevent Dustin from speaking up. “Mr. Dorsey, I’ve long admired you. It seems I’ve intercepted your companion by

in toward Brielle with at lazy smile. “It appears Mr. Dorsey and I have similar

that, Max

high-stakes game of innuendo as Max. If truly wanted to pursue

but all he felt w an inexplicable closeness, especially under the scrutiny