Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 320

Aubree thought she’d misheard, and was frozen for a few seconds before slowly saying, “Are you sure?”

Brielle, oblivious to her friend’s tone, nodded affirmatively. “Yeah, just heard it at the office, and now I’ve packed up at home. Sorry, Aubree, it looks like I can’t celebrate my birthday with you, after all.”

Aubree, holding a glass of wine, pondered for a moment and gently set it down. “No biggie. Tell me, what do you want for your birthday? If not a mansion, how about an emerald? Andrew mentioned that Infinity Brilliance discovered this incredibly rare emerald, roughly valued at seven million. Infinity Brilliance is looking for a buyer, and I bet Andrew is thinking of getting it for Tessa. How about I get it for you with Andrew’s money?”

Seven million? Aubree had always been generous, but she’d never splurged quite like this.

“Aubree, you don’t have to. It’s way too much.”

There was silence on the other end before Aubree muttered, “If you’re going to the Radiant Light Church, could you could you pray for me or something? Just, you know, to keep me and Andrew together forever, and to never part. Even just to annoy him would be fine.”

Brielle could only guess at the pain behind Aubree’s words, but she agreed, nonetheless.

By six in the evening, Brielle’s doorbell rang. It was the doorman. “Ms. Brielle, this was left for you.”

Brielle was taken aback. Her mind flashed back to the last unsettling delivery of three severed fingers, her brow furrowed.

then fingers, what could it

you must accept it. The person who

no harm, despite the macabre gesture of fingers.

doorman left, she opened the box. Inside was

The note read:

Julian’s remains. These are his ashes, Brielle. You must need them, right?

Julian’s ashes?

over it. She had hoped for a shred of decency from them, for a proper send–off, but

the urn and the

thought they took

lowered her gaze, holding the urn close, and feeling truly grateful

person.

to the Radiant Light Church, to cleanse away the Haywood’s bad vibes, hoping Julian would be

room.

‘Happy Birthday‘ to herself,

packed the urn in bubble wrap, and placed

box. She felt an unusual restlessness, and was checking the time every few minutes,