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.

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

row. Her pupils shrank, and she quickly tried to

at his lips. His eyes trailed over her waist. before he subtly gestured to the seat beside him. He was indicating for her

and frowned, but then,

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seat

them, feeling like she was on pins and needles. “Uncle Max.” She called out quietly,

his head in surprise, “What did you call

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

that exuded elegance. With each step she took, the fishtail hem of her dress fluttered, adorned with sequins. Among a sea of strapless

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

other side of Max,

a word from the

silenced Brielle, who sat with a rigid back, trying not to show any signs

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

no less commanding than Max’s, and he leaned in toward Brielle with at lazy smile. “It appears Mr. Dorsey and

that, Max

the same high-stakes game of innuendo as Max. If truly wanted to pursue something with this woman, his tactics would be second to no Yet, his feelings towards Brielle were

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