Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 298

Patrick’s mouth twitched, and a hint of mirth danced in his eyes.

What was

was this? The lady doth protest too much, methinks?

Max furrowed his brow, clearly with more on his mind. After a long pause, Max managed to get the words out. “Don’t tell her I was at the apartment.”

Patrick nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Seeing Max had nothing more. to add, Patrick went ahead and reconnected with Brielle.

Her phone lit up with his number, and a subtle spark of joy flickered in her eyes. “Patrick.

“Ms. Brielle, I’ll take you to see Spencer, but have you figured out how you’re going to make the swap with Ryan?”

Brielle hadn’t expected Max to let go so easily. She thought he’d have more questions. “I’ve got it sorted. I’ll reach out to Ryan anonymously and set up the exchange.”

“But Ryan won’t let this go easily. He’s poured a lot into finding Spencer, and even Michael’s in the loop now. He’s going to dig until he finds who’s behind this.”

She might not be able to handle this alone; perhaps she should seek Max’s help. But since Max had managed to hide Spencer for days without Ryan

aware. I’ll be careful.”

to seek Max’s aid, leaving Patrick at a loss for words. In some ways, their temperaments were similar. Max had gone off the rails, and Brielle wasn’t one to make the first move. The two of

“Sir, would you care for a coffee?” Patrick stiffened instinctively and almost immediately ended

heard Wesley’s voice, Wesley was asking Max. meaning Max was available to

gaze dropped, and her lips were pressed tightly together. She tried his number again. tentatively. “Sorry, the

automated voice, she chuckled ruefully and sighed. It was right to keep her feelings hidden. As long as Max was safe, that was

wanted to cut ties with Briella completely, what could she do?

she needed to focus on the hostage exchange

Patrick cut short, she had no choice but to wait for him to

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Chapter 298

Patrick called in the evening. “Ms. Brielle, I’m outside Pearl Estate.”

cane and hobbled downstairs, making her way out. Her heart thumped unreasonably as she approached the familiar car. Pushing down her emotions, she drew closer.

you to where

backseat, pondering before she couldn’t help

then honesty prevailed, “No, the boss hasn’t