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,

words. “After all, that card you gave me 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 reality, the elevator had already departed. She

there was nothing Brielle could do

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

on Brielle’s contact instead. What

was he doing? Perhaps it was time to cool off

for ten minutes, he finally drove

was lounging on the couch at Premier Palace, idly flipping his phone in his hand. Spotting Wesley still bustling about, he drawled, “When’s the last time

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Ms. Brielle, responded

in her, he figured Max would want her glued

such

car pulled up outside Premier Palace. He

sight of Max. “Where are you

to answer; instead, he gave Andrew

couch.

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