Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 161

Lillian’s face twisted with envy as she clutched the banister, her fingers tightening until her knuckles ached. Tonight, she was supposed to be the star of the show, all eyes should have been on her, but the couple at the entrance was simply too dazzling, their appearance making the grand hall seem all the brighter.

“Mr. Dorsey,” someone called out respectfully, yet no one dared approach. Others followed suit with their greetings, anxious to be noticed.

Max simply nodded in acknowledgment before lowering his gaze to speak with Brielle. A respectful distance formed around them, as if by unspoken agreement no one would encroach. The crowd was itching with curiosity, eager to see what would unfold next.

Spencer, upon seeing them together, was instantly reminded of the previous day when he visited the apartment and happened to see them sharing an elevator down. He didn’t want to dwell on it, not even now, as he gripped his wine glass, his anxiety magnifying.

The murmurs continued around him, though hushed.

“Is that Brielle beside Mr. Dorsey?”

“Isn’t Mr. Dorsey known for his aversion to germs? How come he’s with that woman?”

“Can’t deny it, Brielle’s got a face that turns heads.”

a touch this evening, yet she effortlessly overshadowed

Haywoods looked sour. They had arranged for a graceful, soothing melody to play as Lillian descended the stairs, but

sight, and she noticed Lillian stalled mid–staircase, the music still playing, seemingly now a backdrop for

to take it anymore, Lillian clumsily made her way down

you

here? What a coincidence,” she said; her words carefully crafted to suggest they had met by chance

continuing instead to ask Brielle, “Have you booked your flight for

discussing work at such a gathering? It was both

company, but I’ll need to inspect their operations on–site. There’s a border between us, so I can’t be sure of their situation just yet.”

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chatted as if no one else was there, the atmosphere between them harmonious, causing those nearby

a glass of wine and tilting her chin up, felt her poised façade slipping without a response from Max. She was

her, and it stung. Wasn’t she attractive? Spencer and Cameron both fancied. her, and Spencer had

grace. “Max, thank you for attending