Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 273

In the depths of a subterranean pool in Beaconsfield, a man emerged from the water, droplets cascading from his chin, tracing the muscled contours of his chest, before reaching the enigmatic zone at his waist.

His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, the sculpted lines of his abdomen alluring in

their definition.

A butler, immaculate in white gloves, hurried over, bowing respectfully, extending a plush towel to the man. Taking the towel, the man began to dry his hair with a swift motion.

Someone had been waiting for him, and upon his emergence, quickly stood up, “King, things. with the Haywood family are wrapping up fast. Max’s crew isn’t pulling punches, and with our involvement, they won’t last much longer.”

The man called King chuckled but remained silent.

The report continued, “But Miss Brielle’s been hospitalized. The Haywood family are really bold, stirring trouble at a time like this. Should we keep our hands in the game?”

Wrapping the towel around his waist, King strode forward, “How bad is she hurt? Who’s behind it?”

“It’s serious, and it’s tied to the Haywood family and Kingston Enterprises.”

a seat, accepting a glass of red wine from the butler, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Max will act. Whether it’s the Haywood family or Kingston Enterprises, he won’t stand

Miss Brielle might…”

lit distance, his eyes shimmering with a hidden dance of light and shadow.

someone was an ordeal, let alone sharing one’s happiness and grief with another. This was even more challenging when that person was Max. Max was undoubtedly more

in his glass, a sly smile creeping across his lips, “When the

flowers he sent weren’t to her liking. It’s time to

twirled the stem of the glass, a sharp glint flitting across his eyes, then vanishing as quickly as it came, replaced

smile, felt a shiver run down their

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he fancied Brielle, yet he wasn’t rushing to cast his net. Instead, he watched with a detached air as storms brewed

he waiting for? No

from the butler before heading to the underground casino. This was his realm, a hub for the affluent youth who came

masked visage, the crowd parted, greeting him with reverence. His thinly veiled smile was warm, but

was a place of heaven or hell with just a thought, all at

beckoning with a few casual flicks of his fingers.

an eyebrow, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. “Perfect, let him lose his chips. Consider it a little favor for

Brielle herself was unaware of such a

was like fish on a chopping