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.”

barely finished speaking when the elevator arrived. Without a second glance, she stepped inside and crisply pressed the

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

the time he snapped back to reality,

realization didn’t embarrass him; after all, there was

to his car. Once seated inside, he pulled out

tapped on Brielle’s contact

doing? Perhaps it was time to cool off and

minutes, he finally drove back to Premier

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

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Clements was inquiring about Ms. Brielle, responded conservatively. “Ms. Brielle seldom

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

such a hassle.

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

the sight of Max. “Where are you coming from?”

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

couch.

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