Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 326

Michael arched an eyebrow with a hint of interest. “Oh? You’ve finally taken the initiative, Spencer. Who’s the girl?”

Spencer glanced at Max, but Max was unfazed, casually sipping the coffee a servant had handed him. Spencer felt a tightness in his chest, as if he was being dismissed. “You know her. it’s Brielle. I wronged her in the past, but I’ve turned over a new leaf, and I’m ready to make things work with her.”

The mention of Brielle made Michael’s expression darken. He had heard that name more than once, and the thought of both his son and grandson entangled with such a woman made the last shred of fondness he had for her vanish into thin air.

Women like her were trouble, and trouble, as far as he was concerned, didn’t deserve to thrive.

“Spencer, you were once engaged to her, and that engagement was broken off. Now you’re talking about getting back together with her. If word gets out, people will laugh at how lightly you treat marriage. Besides, Brielle has caused quite a stir in Beaconsfield; her reputation is in tatters. How can you expect a woman like her to step through the Dorsey family threshold?”

Back in the day, Victoria managed to secure Everett by her side with her theatrics and threats, and that was an exception Michael had reluctantly made–after all, Everett was a world–renowned pianist.

But Brielle? What was she? She wasn’t world–renowned, and her modest fame stemmed from nothing more than scandals involving the Haywood family.

little respect for Everett back then, and even less for Brielle now. “Let’s

matter.”

“Grandfather, but I-”

Michael’s face turn sour, Faith, who sat among the others, quickly spoke up. “Spencer, your grandfather’s right. Brielle doesn’t even know who her parents are. She’s definitely

finished, Max took a leisurely sip of his coffee. “Spencer’s intentions commendable. In that case, I’ll leave this task to you,

are

any chance of

pursuits, worthy of Brielle? Max’s face was impassive, and

he realized why Max had been so composed earlier; he had foreseen Michael’s disapproval. If Michael had seen something in Brielle, he would never have allowed the engagement to be broken off in the first place. No prestigious

was an insurmountable peak, and his frost was untouched even by the blazing

even then, he would not allow Max to be with Brielle. This dusty gem was his discovery: why should he lose his right to

flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing more. His mind