Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 194

Brielle knew he was angry, so she quickly fastened her seatbelt securely. “It’s the pain talking. nonsense, that’s all.”

Max had a bit of booze tonight, a subtle scent of whiskey lingering about him, and after Dustin got under his skin, he felt the rush of blood making the buzz hit harder. At her words, he just arched an eyebrow slightly.

Gripping the steering wheel Brielle wanted to say something more, to sort of patch things up, but then Max’s phone started to ring. He didn’t respond, closing his eyes with a cold and indifferent expression.

“Mr. Dorsey, your phone’s ringing.” Brielle reminded, breaking the icy silence.

Max’s eyelashes fluttered as he took out his phone and pressed the answer button.

Brielle couldn’t make out what was said on the other end, but Max’s face turned to stone, and the air seemed to freeze over even more. She felt like she might get frostbite, her lips involuntarily starting to quiver.

She heard Max let out a sardonic chuckle. “He can’t sit still, can he?” The sarcasm was thick in

his voice.

Just as Brielle was about to take a turn, she saw him end the call, his voice cold as ice. “Forget Premier Palace. Head to the hotel.”

Brielle was taken aback, unclear about what had just happened, but then she heard herself ask, “You went to the police station?”

hadn’t planned to bring it up, just mentioned postponing her business trip. Now, with

into some trouble.”

kind of

were all around my apartment, but I don’t dare stay there alone right now. Thankfully. Patrick’s waiting

life of her piece it all together. Aside from their past grievances, there didn’t seem to be any entanglement between her and Sophia. So what was the game plan of

disappearance, then the threatening

this happens, tell me

warmth in Brielle’s

she noticed in the rearview mirror some flashes of light. Her

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being

noticed too, a slight smirk playing

didn’t grasp his meaning but played along, “So, we’re still heading to

“I’ll have to swing back to Premier Palace

on without me.”

frowned, “What’s going on?”

caught wind

no simple character, but how