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 and crisply pressed

card you gave me should be enough to keep me cozy for

processed Brielle’s parting shot. By the time he snapped back to

him; after all, there was nothing Brielle could do that he couldn’t rationalize.

inside, he pulled out his phone and saw a new message from Andrew, pressing

contact

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

sitting in the car for ten minutes, he

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

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

interest in her, he figured Max would want her glued to his side around

such a hassle.

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

phone tossing at the sight

answer; instead, he gave Andrew a once–over

couch.

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