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.”

a second glance, she stepped inside

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

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

was nothing Brielle could do that he couldn’t

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

on Brielle’s contact instead. What could he

temple, he chuckled at his own sequence of reactions. What was he doing? Perhaps it was time to cool off and get a

sitting in the car for ten minutes,

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

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

taken an interest in her, he figured

were such a

pulled up outside Premier Palace. He

at the sight of Max.

gave Andrew

couch.

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