Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 312

Emily continued to stir the pot.

“Ms. Alivia, you’re busting your hump overseas for Max’s career, while Max is back home and playing house with some trophy girlfriend. Are you really okay with that? Did Max ever promise to put a ring on it? With no promises, you’re still holding on after all these years. I can’t tell whether that’s devotion or just plain foolishness.”

But if mere words could sway Alivia, she wouldn’t have gotten to where she was today. She had climbed her way up the academic ladder to the research institute, unlike the shallow Emily. So, even though anger simmered inside her, Alivia still believed in doing what was expected of her.

She cracked a smile. “Emily, I’ve known Max for years, and I know exactly what kind of man he is. You don’t need to say these things to get under my skin. Don’t you understand why you’ve ended up in this mess?”

She leaned in close to Emily, her gaze dripping with disdain. “It’s because you see Max as just another guy. That’s what’s fueling your jealousy.”

Emily’s face turned a shade of sour grapes, not expecting Alivia to be so unmoved.

Emily stood up in a huff, no longer bothering to keep up appearances. “Alivia, don’t get it twisted and think Max is all yours. Just wait and see. When you get back, you’ll see how much the tables have turned.”

Alivia remained unshaken, confident in the knowledge that she had sent Noah to deal with Brielle. If Noah succeeded, what chance did Brielle stand with Max?

A woman of Brielle’s lowly stature could never catch Max’s eye. Alivia didn’t even have to lift a finger; by using others, she could ensure Brielle wouldn’t get far. She wasn’t about to make an embarrassing exit like Emily.

After Emily left, Alivia sent a text to her brother. [Hey Kenzo, what’s Max up to these days?]

lounging on the couch, saw the phone vibrate but ignored it. Ten minutes later, he picked it up and replied with a single word. [Working.]

wasn’t the answer

know that’s not

[Max

Max for you. And she didn’t need his love, just his

phone, lost in thought. Tthere was no reply–it seemed he had reassured his

of tranquility, with hardly a servant in sight. In the spacious living room, he sat with perfect posture

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a phone call about Max growing tired of Brielle. Was it true? Perhaps only Andrew belleved

mindset unchanged from the past. He enjoyed watching these clever

the feeling that something was off at Dorsey International lately. Max probably sensed it,

opposite a man with

This was Michael.

was far from

piece of calligraphy and set down his

night. He came to me, and since the bid didn’t seem like a