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 be this

The person who

her no harm, despite the macabre gesture of fingers. “Alright, thank you.”

left, she opened the box. Inside was a black ceramic

The note read:

his ashes,

these Julian’s ashes?

had no legal claim over it. She had hoped for a shred of decency from them, for a proper send–off, but

up in Brielle’s eyes. Besides the urn and

her. She had thought they took the body to leave her in anguish, not realizing they

the urn close,

person.

take it to the Radiant Light Church, to cleanse away the Haywood’s bad vibes, hoping Julian would be reborn into a loving

the living room. Her

clock struck twelve, she awoke briefly. Whispering ‘Happy Birthday‘ to herself, she

six in the morning, she was up again, carefully packed the urn

church’s donation box. She felt an unusual restlessness, and was checking the time every few minutes, eager to