Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 97

Andrew froze for a second, his reflexes kicking in as he swiftly turned off the speakerphone. Brielle was actually using Max’s phone to call

him?

Max was a man who prided himself on his privacy, always loathed anyone touching his personal belongings, and yet, here he was, letting her get away with this much.

Andrew was a moment too late; Alivia had already caught a snippet of Brielle’s voice. Her brows furrowed, doubt crept in. Had she misread the display? It definitely flashed Max’s name, but the voice emanating from it was unmistakably feminine.

And Andrew’s hasty move to silence the speakerphone only served to fan the flames of her suspicion. Her face cooled, fingers pinching the stem of the wine glass, silent, eyeing Andrew.

Andrew, trying to appear unfazed, continued, “What’s up?”

The corners of Brielle’s lips curled, “You promised me, Mr. Clements. You wouldn’t go back on your word, would you?”

Andrew frowned, puzzled by her cryptic message.

showed up.

left.”

quietly. He couldn’t quite figure out if Max was by her side, and he didn’t want to

at Brielle.

if he complained about Max spoiling Brielle too much, especially with Alivia right

facial muscles tensed, “They mocked your and apologized, didn’t

face nearly got disfigured this time. And

Standing up from the couch, he walked towards the

you can ride on Max’s current favor, Brielle. Save yourself some future trouble.

him would get her anything good.

in front of Uncle Max himself? What’s this, a

left the private room, the surrounding quietness making his voice even clearer. He lit up a cigarette, chuckling with a hint of venom in his eyes, “Is Max

poking Max’s shoulder, “Uncle Max,

she was doing this on purpose, but he had to admit, he rather liked Brielle’s cunning ways. She was so vivacious.

tongue, unable to resist a lick of her