Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 114

Brielle was familiar with the company Book and wasn’t quite sure if Max’s interest was intentional or accidental. After all, Book’s operations were strikingly similar to Alpha’s. Was he considering investing in Book? If that was the case, Alpha was definitely out of the running. Ryan’s little show was over before it even began.

The thought of Ryan’s misfortune brought a wicked smile to Brielle’s face. She spent an evening gathering information on Book, but her schadenfreude was cut short when she saw Alivia’s name among the related personnel. The rumors online seemed to be true–Max was ready to spend a fortune for his lady love. It was probably the first time in Max’s career that his heart weighed in on a business decision.

Brielle felt a brief pang of jealousy, but she shook it off and put together a comprehensive file.

The next morning, after rubbing her tired eyes, she sent the file off. Even after a long nap, there was no response from Max.

Not wanting to wait passively for a message, she decided to keep herself busy. After tidying up her apartment, she glanced at the fridge. It was as empty as a ghost town, which gave her the perfect excuse to head out.

Slipping into her jacket, Brielle was about to leave when she caught a local news update about Sunflower Children’s Home. Her heart skipped a beat, and she rushed out to her car.

The home wasn’t in the heart of Beaconsfield but rather on the outskirts–a two–hour drive

away.

She left at seven and arrived by nine. The familiar sight of the long, sycamore–lined street leading to the home, with its warmly lit windows, brought a sense of warmth to her heart.

wiping away tears. Upon seeing Brielle, they put up a cautious front, arms spread out as if to block the entrance.

are you? What

the home. The children had been so welcoming, but now all she saw in their eyes was wariness. She had rushed

rosy cheeks stained by tears, realized Brielle meant no harm and his eyes reddened further. “Some drunk guys showed up and started

Mark, in his seventies, bandaged arm and all, consoling a crying toddler with

and quickly

lit up when he saw her, “Brielle, what brings you here?”

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tradition of the director, who loved to grow roses in the plot behind the home, and kept fish in a small pond. This

were scarce, and despite witnessing many so–called elites with ulterior motives, this place remained a beacon of beauty. That was why Brielle never hesitated to donate her monthly salary, keeping

the news and couldn’t rest easy until I

They’ve been taken away and won’t come back. Brielle, you’re even more

here just a moment ago. You girls,

of Lillian’s name. The director thought