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.”

finished speaking when the elevator arrived. Without a second glance, she

that card you gave me should

shot. By the time he snapped back to reality, the elevator had already departed. She had left him

embarrass him; after all, there was nothing Brielle

but instead walked back to his car. Once seated inside, he

it, he tapped on Brielle’s contact instead. What

at his own sequence of reactions. What was he doing? Perhaps it was time to cool off

ten minutes, he finally drove

in his hand. Spotting Wesley still bustling about, he drawled, “When’s the last

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

knew Max had taken an interest in her, he figured Max would

were such

an hour later, Max’s car pulled up outside Premier Palace. He strolled into the lobby to find a flamboyant–looking man sitting there.

sight

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

couch.

looking for you.” A smirk played across Andrew’s face, a hint of schadenfreude in his