Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 217

Kenzo chuckled in response. (Too bad, I wouldn’t mind pocketing that money myself, but I don’t own the houses next door.]

He sent Brielle a screenshot of Max’s transfer and refunded her money. The screenshot didn’t bring Brielle the joy she had anticipated. Instead, it reminded her of something she’d overheard that morning, leaving a sour taste in her heart.

He was playing the role of a sugar daddy perfectly well, clearly seeing her as nothing more than a kept woman.

[Alright, Kenzo, thank you. You’ve saved me some money.]

Kenzo sensed Brielle’s discontent but refrained from prying. Instead, he asked Max. [You knew about the house purchase, didn’t you?]

Max was caught up in legalities at the Hatfield family estate, which had delayed him. When Kenzo asked, a knot formed in Max’s stomach. He really hadn’t known. Why hadn’t Brielle told him? Did she think it unnecessary?

Meanwhile, Max was tuning out whatever Sammuel and Patrick were discussing, fixated on Brielle’s contact in his phone.

He barely broke the deadlock with some efforts last night, so why did she leave on her own this morning without waiting for him?

Anxiety got the better of Max, and he rose from his seat.

aback by his sudden movement, asked, “Mr. Dorsey, are we closing the deal on the contract now?”

elegantly buttoning his cuff,

discussing details with Sammuel, while Max

him. Once in his car, Max couldn’t resist and dialed Brielle’s number, but Brielle

at lightning speed. She had

yet it still felt empty. She snapped some photos and, in a rare

life begins,” she captioned.

couldn’t help sharing several photos. of

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messaged her on WhatsApp, which she deliberately ignored. After her update. Max was the first to comment. [Why aren’t you responding to my

Andrew and Kenzo were

replied to Max’s comment with a string

reached out to Brielle? And she didn’t reply? Shocking!

reactions, Brielle wondered if Max wasn’t one to initiate chats. She didn’t want to

his chat with Max. Kenzo would say ten things, and Max might reply to one,

reading too much into it. After all,