Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 335

“That was a bit reckless,” she mused aloud.

After freshening up, she deliberately pulled her collar higher and opened the door, finding Wesley still waiting outside.

“Ms. Brielle, why don’t you head down for some hot soup to chase away the chill? Mr. Dorsey instructed me, before he left, not to let you step out of Premier Palace. Mr. Kenzo is still recuperating in town, and if the Barnes clan traces his last known whereabouts to you, I reckon they might drag you into this mess.”

A bitter taste spread in Brielle’s mouth; Kenzo had met with disaster because of her. She glanced at her frail form and wondered if she could withstand the wrath of the Barnes family should they decide to come after her for this incident.

As she sipped her soup, her mind was racing. Twice now, she’d been targeted, yet the assailant left no clues. Who could it be? With her status, how could she have attracted such a vendetta?

She almost immediately concluded that it was her connection with Max that had brought this peril upon her.

Beaconsfield seemed like a gaping maw, ready to swallow her whole, an insignificant player in its grand scheme. She didn’t want to sit around like a sitting duck, always waiting for Max to return. Besides, Max had never made any promises about choosing her.

If she truly cared for Max, she was willing to sprint towards his world, to bridge the gap between them at all costs, but the one thing she couldn’t do was muster the strength to make

move if he didn’t care

long as he harbored some affection

a game

out in the boondocks, a place an unbridled heiress like her had

saw Brielle’s call, and she hit the answer button with enthusiasm. “Brielle, what’s up?

at her friend’s excitement but quickly

down in a rural part of Beaconsfield. Let me tell you, this place is dirt–poor. Cars can’t even

my fault I’m rich. Honestly, I get him here faster, and he distances himself

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composure. “So, what

of investing in his

it. We’ll head back tonight. Want to meet up?” “Sure, I’ll wait for

the call, and looked over at Mason, who was still chatting with the modestly dressed children. Her extravagant appearance,

his shoulder. “Brielle says she wants to