Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 98

Andrew’s world seemed to momentarily shatter as he took a deep drag of his cigarette, annoyance edging his voice, “Max, you’re just gonna let her reel you in like that?”

Brielle gasped for air, freed from his grip. It wasn’t her seducing Max at this point; he had been the one to lean in for the kiss.

Talk about a misunderstanding.

Max’s fingers grazed her cheek as he reached for his phone. As he was about to speak, Brielle’s lips silenced him again. If Andrew was accusing her of seduction, she might as well own up to it.

When the kiss finally broke, she noticed the call was still connected and curiously asked, “Mr. Clements, you haven’t hung up yet??”

Andrew was lighting his third cigarette, snorting coldly, “I just wanted to see how shameless you could be.”

Brielle’s lips twitched, finding humor in the situation. Was this tarnishing Max’s reputation?

She cleared her throat, taking the phone, “I had no intention of performing for anyone over the phone, Mr. Clements. Perhaps you should focus on how you’ll follow through on your promises.”

A dangerous glint flashed in Andrew’s eyes as he growled, “Nobody dares to threaten me like this.”

faded when Max intervened, “Stop scaring her all

but quickly got irritated again, “Fine, I’m not scaring her. She seems bold

felt her ears burn. Max’s sudden

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were to d detached, as if the intimate moment held no sway over him.

her greedy for more. His gaze was chilly, but to her, de les

in the background, but Brielle couldnt make out his words–it was probably something about making

The phone was still were in her grip, her inner turmoil

I’ve got an international

cool to the touch, plucked the phone from her heated calm

next, as if he could walk

lowered her eyes and when she looked up again, a smile was plastered on her face. “I suppose Mr. Dorsey won’t object to me

the reasons for her dismissal

it over in a

Patrick was already waiting, a crisp new suit jacket in

from Patrick and went