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.

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

up, her eyes met Max’s from the front row. Her pupils shrank, and

her waist. before he subtly gestured to the seat beside him. He was indicating for her to

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

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seat

on pins and needles. “Uncle Max.”

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

a straight face, all survival instincts

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

felt like she was standing there naked, as if the fingertips on her wrist. could reach through the fabric and touch her skin.

other side of Max, cold and

a word from the

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

prevent Dustin from speaking up. “Mr. Dorsey, I’ve long admired you. It seems I’ve intercepted your companion by mistake.

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

Max

game of innuendo as Max. If truly wanted to pursue something with this woman, his tactics would be second to no Yet, his

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