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.

up. They

left.”

by her side, and he didn’t want to

at Brielle.

Max spoiling Brielle too much, especially with Alivia right there, she’d

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

Clements, my face nearly got disfigured this time. And I even broke my leg. Uncle Max has been absolutely distressed over

from the couch, he walked towards the door, voice

exit, his tone harsher, “Don’t think you can ride on Max’s current favor, Brielle. Save yourself some future trouble. What if Max gets tired of you? Do you really want to burn all

him would get her anything

Clements, didn’t you make a promise in front of Uncle Max himself? What’s this, a change of heart?”

his voice even clearer. He lit up a cigarette, chuckling with a hint of venom in his eyes, “Is Max

glanced over, poking Max’s shoulder, “Uncle Max,

had to admit, he rather liked

to resist a lick of her lips, eyes locked on him, “Uncle Max?”