Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 204

A trace of satisfaction flashed in Lillian’s eyes as she looked towards Max, almost appearing a bit intoxicated.

“Max, you probably don’t know this yet, but Patrick and Brielle, they’re an item. Saw it with my own two eyes last time. But I gotta say, Patrick, Brielle’s already got another suitor lined up. and I hear wedding bells are about to chime. You might wanna keep your eyes peeled if you’re on the market for a lady friend.”

She swirled the red wine in her glass, trying to craft an image of elegance and sophistication.

Patrick felt that Lillian was a woman with no brains at all, completely unable to read people’s expressions. He sneaked a glance at Max and, sure enough, Max’s eyes were frosty.

Lillian, oblivious as ever, edged closer, her mind preoccupied with the perfume she wore. She had done her homework on Max’s preferences; he wasn’t fond of overpowering scents. So tonight, she had chosen a fragrance with a subtle hint of tea.

Before she got close enough, Max’s voice cut through. “Wasn’t her engagement with Spencer canceled?”

Brielle. But Lillian was far from thinking Max had any real interest in Brielle. After all, Brielle had hooked up with his driver. Surely a man like Max, perched high on his pedestal wouldn’t stoop to pick up someone

engagement with Spencer is indeed off,” she asserted with a hint of triumph, “but my parents have arranged another match, with Mr. Connor

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gaps. “Connor, a notorious playboy pushing fifty, got some messy business

it. To Lillian, however, this seemed like Max was just lamenting the poor choice of his driver. “Max, I’m just running my mouth a bit, that’s all. Hate to see another guy get duped by Brielle. She once openly confessed in the Haywood household to having a man

vortex that seemed to swallow light, covered with a shimmering ripple.

of espionage tonight had elevated her in his estimation. She had thought it would take a serious effort to hook Max, but he seemed an easy catch. Her excitement was palpable, and the smugness was impossible to hide. “Max,

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asked the question very tactfully,

with a furrowed brow, worried she might upset him. The room was crowded with women harboring hopes of clinging to Max’s coattails, yet none dared to approach him directly. Who wasn’t

knew Lillian’s reputation was in tatters. How could she be so close to Max? Could it be that Max had a taste

whom had gathered for the evening. seething