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.

flowers, then fingers, what could it

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

meant her no harm, despite the macabre

she opened the box. Inside

The note read:

remains. These are his ashes, Brielle. You must need them,

these Julian’s ashes?

for a shred

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

just to strike at her. She had thought they took the body

gaze, holding the urn close,

person.

away the Haywood’s bad vibes, hoping Julian would

the living room. Her

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

again, carefully packed the urn in bubble wrap, and placed

spare change for the church’s donation box. She felt an unusual restlessness, and was checking the time every few minutes, eager to know when Patrick would come to pick her