Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 67

Max lowered his head towards the laptop, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keys. Even in the confines of a luxury car, he was still engaged in a video conference with the executives back home.

Noticing Brielle’s movement, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he whispered, “Quiet down, will you?”

He had already muted the microphone on his end. He could hear the corporate bigwigs’ reports, but they couldn’t catch a peep from his side.

Brielle’s heart felt like it had been struck by something, regretting her impulsiveness. She tried to stealthily withdraw her hand, but he caught it and pressed it against the leather

seat.

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There was warmth on one side, coolness on the other this extreme intimacy brewing in the dim light. Her remaining rationale was nearly exhausted.

Worried that her own heartbeat would betray her, she quickly propped her head up with one hand and pretended to gaze out the window. The fleeting lights cast alternating shadows on her face.

Andrew, watching the scene unfold, was incredibly peeved, his brow furrowing enough to crush a fly. After a moment, his face contorted indescribably, “Brielle, have you no shame?”

video meeting with her antics, it was clear how slutty she could

private.

I cared about shame, I probably wouldn’t have ended up with Uncle

words for the first time, his face cycling through various shades before he finally pulled back, deciding to drop

all, Max hadn’t said

feeling unbearably stifled. “Max, how about we hit up

gala had attracted a who’s who of the wealthy, and surely many would be

exclusive spot. Perched at the very top of the skyscraper, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, one could look down and trample the city’s glitz underfoot. If it were a snowy

infamy in the North American elite circles stemmed from the

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a media interview, he mentioned the thrill of pressing a woman against the glass, conquering not just her, but the city itself. Thanks to his antics, The Sky Lounge’s profits doubled that year. It was

I’ve got another meeting later,” Max replied nonchalantly, as if the glitz and glamour

and aloof he was, the more she longed to

Andrew went off to The Sky Lounge alone, while

Brielle had taken her bath, she could hear

Dorsey, Mr. Hatfield wishes to meet. They’ve booked a