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.

she received flowers, then fingers, what could

Brielle, you must accept it. The person who sent it said

meant her no harm, despite the macabre gesture of

Inside

The note read:

are his ashes, Brielle. You must need them, right?

these Julian’s ashes?

taken Julian’s body, and she, not being a direct relative, had no legal claim over it. She had hoped for a shred of decency from them, for a proper send–off, but it seemed the Haywoods could always stoop lower

welled up in Brielle’s eyes. Besides the urn and the note, there was nothing else in

her. She had thought they took the body to leave her in

urn close, and feeling truly grateful

person.

Church, to cleanse away the Haywood’s bad vibes,

living room.

awoke briefly. Whispering ‘Happy Birthday‘

six in the morning, she was up again, carefully packed the urn in bubble wrap, and placed it in

restlessness, and was checking the time every few