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.

added, “Sophia and Emily showed up. They

left.”

snorted quietly. He couldn’t quite figure out if Max was by her side, and he didn’t want to tarnish the brotherhood by throwing shade

at Brielle.

Brielle too much, especially with Alivia right there,

tensed, “They

You know, Mr. Clements, my face nearly got disfigured this time. And I even broke my leg. Uncle

scalp tingle with irritation. Standing up from the couch, he walked towards the door, voice lowered, “What do you

Save yourself some future trouble. What if Max gets tired of you? Do you really want to burn

would get her anything

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

voice even clearer. He lit up a

glanced over, poking Max’s shoulder, “Uncle Max, say something.”

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

a lick of her lips, eyes locked on