Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 93

Brielle’s tone was nonchalant, and seeing Emily turn red with anger brought her a perverse sense of satisfaction.

“And you think you can fire me? Does Mr. Dorsey know you’re abusing your power?”

Brielle glanced at the bedroom door. He hadn’t known before, but she figured he must be aware now.

Inside the bedroom, Max certainly heard the commotion outside. He was about to step out when his phone rang–it was Kenzo calling.

“Max, Alivia’s back tonight. We threw her a little welcome back shindig. You coming?”

Tequila Sunset was the go–to haunt for Beaconsfield’s elite, a place where privacy reigned supreme and only those with clout mingled. It was the venue of choice for their inner–circle soirees and gatherings.

Kenzo glanced at the woman sitting opposite him. She appeared calm, but her body was taut with tension. He chuckled to himself, thinking how quickly girls grow up and out of their shells.

I’m

few days off before I have to return. Max, it’s

him first. Now she deeply regretted it. If she had agreed back then, perhaps Max would

consideration for Michael.

rosary. The cool black beads reminded her of the identical one on his wrist, and her heart softened.

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could come over

would be cruel for Max to refuse. He frowned, but out of consideration for

“Tomorrow night, then.”

relief, her heart swelling with sweetness, “Great, I’ll wait

teasing look, “You know, you could’ve just called him yourself instead of

nearby, but these folks weren’t

distant relatives of prominent families rarely rubbing shoulders with those present unless they were introduced by someone. Alivia and Kenzo were at the core of the true elite, so naturally, those seated with them were central figures too. Everyone had heard

guy hardly ever shows up to parties. We can’t even get his personal number,