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.

a glance at Brielle, he chose not to stop in front of the

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

he

the exchange and frowned, but then, with a casual

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seat separating him

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

however, turned his head in surprise, “What did you call him? I thought you said you didn’t know

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

Her dress was conservatively designed, with gathered lace sleeves that exuded elegance. With each step she took, the fishtail hem

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

on the other side of Max, cold

a word from the start,

who sat with a rigid back, trying not

speaking up. “Mr. Dorsey, I’ve long admired

Max’s, and he leaned in toward Brielle with at lazy smile. “It appears Mr. Dorsey and I have similar

Max

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

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