Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 63

The young man paused and slowly adjusted his camera lens. The camera settled on Brielle’s face, and the chat erupted once again.

“Yep, that’s Brielle. Man, you gotta ask her what she’s doing at the gala.”

“Could she have been, you know, taken under the wing by someone influential? There were always whispers about her being a bit of a wild card.”

“I’ve always been curious, where do all these rumors come from? I was in class with Brielle, and she always kept to herself.”

“Must be someone close to her spreading the gossip. I remember some forum posts about her supposedly being harsh to her sister, or was it a foster child? Anyway, she’s crafty.”

The

young man frowned slightly at the relentless stream of comments.

Anyone who graduated from Beaconsfield College in the last couple of years would recognize Brielle, but Brielle was so discreet, turning down all extracurriculars, that her classmates hardly ever saw her.

Her looks were too striking, voted the belle of the campus on her first day, but soon after she vanished, only to be seen occasionally in lectures.

The rumors about her grew wilder, with photos of her in luxury cars surfacing and forum insiders spilling an abundance of details, making it hard for people to warm up to her.

of Hartley Group is chatting with Brielle? What could

about?”

a bit closer, see if there’s

man had no choice but

first. He was the epitome of a gentleman, first confirming if she

Dustin’s earlier reveal, figured everyone knew about Max’s rumored indifference to romantic pursuits, which

flowed from the final lot, Salvator Mundi, to the

Jacques-Louis David.

He believed in the nobility

lowered her gaze, instantly finding a way

philosophical edge.

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business framework. Take Taleb’s books, for instance. They discuss an

cleverly shifted from personal interests to business, toasting Flynn with a smile. “It’s

at her approvingly, his eyes soft, “You mean like

has cleverly applied these

leader.”

smiled, casually sipping his wine, “I’m pleased. You must’ve seen

Black Swan on his corporation; a theory that, when broken down into

possibly take down Hartley Group? It was