Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 193

Dustin sat down in frustration, furrowing his brows tightly. He heard a soft, delicate voice from beside him, “Mr. Lynch, you and Brielle…”

Tessa couldn’t help but succumb to another coughing fit, her cheeks flushing with the effort.

Dustin raised an eyebrow and let out a lazy grin, stretching his legs onto the coffee table. “Brielle? Brielle just makes me feel familiar. It’s Aubree I’m really into. Eve got the whole scene planned out in my head. Just the other day, I had a brief chat with Brielle about art. She seemed to dig my vibe. Wonder if Aubree would feel the same.

His words left nothing to the imagination. Tessa frowned. So, Brielle had snagged another one on her overseas escapades. She hated to admit it, but Brielle was a looker. Such a shame, though, just another woman men played with.

Dustin stood up, his gaze sweeping past Andrew with a smirk. “Mr. Clements is one lucky guy. having such a pretty sister and an attractive fiancée.”

Tessa felt a pang of discomfort. She and Aubree were nothing alike. If it hadn’t been for Aubree’s stroke of luck, being taken in by the Clements family as a foster child, she wouldn’t have been in Andrew’s league at all.

But to Andrew, Dustin’s words seemed to hint that he knew about his relationship with Aubree. He chuckled. “Mr. Lynch, didn’t you just say you didn’t mind used goods?”

Dustin’s brow furrowed. He always knew he played the field, but Andrew seemed even less principled, blatantly so.

never forget Andrew, and he disliked the thought of a woman’s heart occupied by another while in his bed. Romance and love are nothing compared to the

wasn’t like the others. He didn’t want her to stumble

That was going nowhere fast. Ignoring Max’s obvious cluelessness in the matter, Michael was a huge

to fall into the pit Max had dug. “I really don’t mind, but Mr. Clements, are you sure she’d be willing to keep

send me your room number, and I’ll pass it to Aubree. Whether she comes or not is up

need. I’m not one to coerce. These kinds of things

a cigarette, and slid into

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Chapter 195

Nearby stood Max.

as he drove up. “Mr. Dorsey, a man

Never mind, then. Is the designated driver Mr. Dorsey called on the way? Take

his face. As he finished, another car pulled up. its window rolling down to reveal Brielle’s face. It was a surprise

left with

she come