Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 68

Patrick didn’t join the inner circle at the auction, unaware of the reasons behind the scenes. He thought Dustin was on the prowl for a Dorsey International employee, so when he heard Max’s message, he didn’t hesitate to shoot back a reply.

Dustin was sipping a glass of red wine when he received the message.

The casino tables around him were crowded, filled with the scent of perfume and the clinking of glasses, as the banquet had spilled over into this space. The city’s nightscape stretched out beyond the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Several women stood not too far away, gazing dreamily in his direction, but Dustin paid them no mind, his attention fixed on the message from Patrick.

He, a man who flirted his way through social circles, and Max, the untouchable elite, were worlds apart. After the scandal involving Max broke out, Dustin had always found the man to be a bit pretentious.

In the high-stakes financial world, men forever dominated the scene. Many daughters from venerable families were raised as prey from the start. They were unlike ordinary girls, boasting top-notch educations and glittering backgrounds, but in their parents’ eyes, they were still just prey, and the elite men at the center of this circle were the hunters.

It was a grand seduction, prettily termed as ‘strategic alliances’ by the outside world.

Dustin, Max’s disinterest in women was

propping his cheek with one hand, scoffed and wrapped an arm around a bunny girl next to him, exchanging a few playful words before dropping the subject. He figured it’d be

tie as he headed upstairs, he was greeted by a faint scent upon flicking

Was that scented candles?

and a woman’s dark hair spread across the pillow, making her

fluttered, and she turned over. The silk comforter slipped slightly, revealing

bedside lamp on. He hadn’t expected

slightly dazed, clutching the comforter and looking up at

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over, capturing

dreaming again, one of those

mingled in the rising heat. By the end, she almost wanted to plead for mercy, but her mouth was

at her forehead, her eyes misty. Max looked down at her, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear,

and mellow, like snow in a