Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 203

Just as the office door swung open, Spencer stormed in, his face a mask of fury. “Uncle Max.” he called out, his posture a picture of dishevelment.

Max glanced at the imprint of a hand on Spencer’s cheek and felt the knot of irritation inside him loosen somewhat.

Spencer’s demeanor was respectful, and it took him a moment before he hesitantly spoke. “My dad and mom both hope that Brielle and I can get back together. Grandpa thinks the same way. Uncle Max, can you arrange a position for me? I want to come back first.”

In the past, Spencer would have undoubtedly left Dorsey Tower long ago, and he would never have condescended to think about staying. It was simply because he couldn’t accept it. To him, Brielle had changed too much; she used to be so agreeable.

Max’s slender fingers spun a pen with effortless grace, a simple gesture that exuded a sleek, statuesque elegance, like a marble sculpture in a silent, cold gallery. He chuckled softly. “Getting back together with Brielle?”

For some reason, Spencer felt an overwhelming pressure emanating from him and involuntarily. swallowed hard, his fingertips beginning to tremble.

tch up to

His reverence for Max was deep in his bones, “Brielle’s background might not match mine, but I can’t find a better bride in such short notice. I’m not like you, Uncle Max. I never had

woman like Ms. Alivia waiting for me since my youth.”

you want to come back, you’ll have to go through the proper channels and submit an application.”

send it tonight.” With that, he walked out with a

behind his desk, Max was surrounded by piles of paperwork that he

to read.

the clock signaled the end of the workday, she reflexively grabbed her purse to head back to her

on the coffee table. After debating with

Max, surrounded by a crowd, and cautiously

Michael still at Premier Palace tonight? Wesley sent me a meal box, and I would

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smart people didn’t require explicitness. Everyone knew she was looking for an

to Premier Palace.

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crossed Patrick’s face, but then he frowned, “Mr. Michael isn’t there, but Mr. Dorsey

Brielle sounded

to come? I can pick you up. The rest of

as well.”