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.

noticed several older kids sitting on the steps, wiping away tears. Upon seeing Brielle, they put up a cautious front,

you? What do you want?”

visited the home. The children had been so welcoming, but now all she saw in their eyes was wariness. She had rushed over without any sweets and had to explain, “I’m looking for the director. What happened here?”

by tears, realized Brielle meant no harm and his eyes reddened further. “Some drunk

hurried inside and saw the director, Mark, in his seventies, bandaged arm and

She called out and quickly strode

stood up, and his eyes lit up when he saw

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lump in her throat, noticing a bunch of roses by the window–a tradition of the director, who loved to grow roses in the plot behind the home, and kept fish in a small pond. This haven of tranquility was her

this place remained a beacon of beauty. That was why Brielle never hesitated to donate her monthly salary, keeping just enough for living

and couldn’t rest easy

They’ve been

was here just a moment ago. You girls, always worrying

The director thought