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.

not to stop in front of the paparazzi’s lenses. Once inside the venue,

from the front row. Her

gaze was indifferent, with a slight curve at his lips. His eyes trailed over her waist. before he subtly gestured to

exchange and frowned, but then, with a casual air, he walked over

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one seat separating

like she was on pins and needles. “Uncle Max.”

you call him? I thought you said you didn’t

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

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 of strapless gowns, it stood

naked, as if the fingertips on her wrist. could reach through the fabric and touch

other side of

a word from the start,

the three men silenced Brielle, who sat with a

Dorsey, I’ve long admired you. It seems

toward Brielle with at

Max looked

as Max. If truly wanted to pursue

face was undeniably beautiful, a prize he typically wouldn’t pass up, but all he felt w an inexplicable closeness, especially