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.”

elevator arrived. Without a second glance, she stepped inside and crisply pressed

just a snippet of her words. “After all, that card you gave me should be enough

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

was nothing Brielle could do that he couldn’t rationalize.

follow her up but instead walked back to his car. Once seated inside, he pulled

Brielle’s contact

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

ten minutes, he finally drove back to Premier

hand. Spotting Wesley still bustling about, he

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Ms. Brielle, responded conservatively. “Ms. Brielle

taken an interest in her, he figured Max

were such a hassle.

hour later, Max’s car pulled up outside Premier Palace. He strolled into the lobby to

paused his phone tossing at the sight

to answer; instead, he gave Andrew a once–over and

couch.

you know Brielle’s calls are getting rerouted to Kenzo? She also asked Aubree to ring me up; everyone’s been looking for you.” A smirk played across Andrew’s face, a hint of schadenfreude in his voice. “Max, don’t tell me you’re finally tired and thinking of ditching