Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 310

If Patrick were here, he’d probably secretly mutter that Max wore that mock disgust so well, even when he was secretly pleased.

Brielle, leaning on a cane, moved at a leisurely pace, which gave her ample time to notice the newcomer striding through the gates.

What was he doing tagging along?

Pearl Estate boasted a refined neighborhood ambiance that even the lobby’s polished floors could reflect. Their shadows grew closer on the gleaming surface.

“Mr. Dorsey?” she called out politely, catching sight of Max now standing before her.

“There’s a matter concerning Bradley that I need to discuss with you.” He was all business as if his hurried approach had nothing to do with personal interest.

Brielle was momentarily baffled by this tactic, and when she gathered her wits, she found the whole thing ludicrous. “Mr. Dorsey. I’m on the injured list.”

“Your brain isn’t what’s hurt.”

Brielle was no stranger to Max’s biting wit, and his remark now sent a wave of heat coursing through her. It seemed to stoke the fever she’d been battling all night.

“Then go ahead, Mr. Dorsey. Dock my pay.”

second glance, she stepped

should be enough to keep me cozy for the rest of my days, Mr. Dorsey.”

there, Max hadn’t quite processed Brielle’s parting shot. By the time he snapped back to

embarrass him; after all, there was nothing

walked back to his car. Once seated inside, he pulled out his phone and saw a new message from Andrew, pressing

on Brielle’s contact instead. What

of reactions. What was he doing? Perhaps it was time to cool off and get a grip on his

car for ten minutes,

Premier Palace, idly flipping his phone in his hand. Spotting Wesley still bustling about,

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about Ms. Brielle, responded conservatively. “Ms. Brielle

taken an interest in her, he figured Max would want her glued to his

such a

outside Premier Palace. He strolled into the lobby to find a flamboyant–looking

paused his phone tossing at the sight of Max. “Where are you coming from?”

instead, he gave Andrew a once–over and settled on another

couch.

everyone’s been looking for you.” A smirk played across Andrew’s face, a hint of schadenfreude in his voice. “Max, don’t tell