Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 345

Spencer knew Brielle wouldn’t respond, just as she hadn’t when he’d sent a similar message earlier that morning on his way to the temporary housing unit. Every time he stepped into one of those units, he felt as if he was on the brink of uncovering the truth.

His blood boiled with both excitement and resentment.

If it was true.

If it was true, he’d make damn sure to pay back in spades!

Only a handful of families had been relocated to this particular floor from the building that had burned. Standing in front of one of the doors, Spencer pulled out the photograph he’d come prepared with..

“Excuse me, had you seen this man around the apartment complex before the fire?” he asked, showing the woman a sneakily snapped picture of Max.

The angle wasn’t great, but Max’s face was still flawlessly handsome.

The woman, in her thirties, shook her head. “No, haven’t seen him.

Spencer got a bit frantic, his voice rising unintentionally. “Could you please think again?”

The woman chuckled, “Honey, I really haven’t. If I’d seen a face like that, trust me, I wouldn’t forget it. When you pulled out that photo, I thought he was a movie star or something. Nope, movie stars don’t even come close to this guy.”

Spencer’s face darkened, feeling a pang of humiliation. If Brielle’s beauty could spark envy among women, Max’s looks were enough to make any man insecure. And what pissed Spencer off the most was that looks were the least impressive of Max’s many attributes.

nearly canvassing the entire floor, no one had seen

housed a diverse group of residents and was old and rundown, with hardly any places to hide. If Max had

no one had

his gut

to

to get involved with

the hay with his uncle – how could that not be

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Spencer exhaled deeply.

at his own paranoia. How could he have suspected Max of getting involved with Brielle? Sure, Brielle had some talents, but after all Max had been through, why

but that was because she truly had the chops, right?

sigh of relief and shot Brielle another message.

on the couch when she received the

but had sent some

Spencer’s message, she scoffed with irony. It seemed he hadn’t found a shred of evidence. She didn’t reply. Instead, she picked up her laptop to work on some documents. She

noticed an email from the HR department. It was about

had misread. Did Spencer’s employment really need approval? She dialed

moment he saw Brielle’s incoming call, mustering all his

with the director but was familiar with the office gossip that he was a bit difficult. Yet, he