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. They mocked me a

left.”

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 there, she’d

seething, his facial muscles tensed, “They mocked

nearly got disfigured this time. And I even broke

irritation. Standing up from the couch, he walked towards the door, voice lowered,

the exit, his tone harsher, “Don’t think you can ride on Max’s current favor, Brielle. Save yourself some future trouble. What

get her

you make a promise in front of Uncle Max himself? What’s this, a change

He lit up a cigarette, chuckling with

shoulder, “Uncle Max, say

on purpose, but he had to admit, he rather liked Brielle’s cunning

a lick