Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 354

On a Friday afternoon, Brielle wrapped up her day’s work early when she heard the distant buzz of her colleagues gearing up for a dinner party. Her office door swung open, and someone strode in.

“Ms. Haywood, we’ve got a private dining room booked. Come have a drink or two with us.”

Initially reluctant, Brielle considered the solitude of her own company at home and agreed with a nod.

After tidying up loose ends for the upcoming workdays, she glanced at the clock–it was 8 PM. She decided to make a brief appearance at the gathering, a gesture that wouldn’t come off as rude. Arriving too early might have stifled the fun, she reasoned.

Following the directions provided by her colleagues, Brielle easily located the restaurant. It was a decent place–not too pricey. By her estimate, the group’s meal would probably run up a tab of around four thousand bucks.

Pushing open the private room’s door, she found everyone already in high spirits.

“Ms. Haywood, you’ve made it!”

“How about singing a song?”

“With your good looks, Ms. Haywood, I bet you’ve got a lovely voice, too.”

that the karaoke setup was integrated into the dining. area. Some had already begun to belt out tunes, but with Brielle’s arrival, even the sober ones seemed a

cramp your style. You all have fun tonight and rest up tomorrow. I asked the front desk when I came in. They have plenty of snacks, so let’s

Ms. Haywood!” A cheer went up from the crowd.

with her colleagues in such a manner. She smiled, nodded, took her drink,

then, a voice cut through the crowd. “Just one drink? Surely that’s not enough. Latecomers have

turned awkward in an instant, as everyone seemed unsure

Brielle’s presence. Brielle gave her a glance, choosing not to take offense, hoping

people, however, refused the chance even when it was right in front of them. Probably irked by Brielle’s non–response, Sarah staggered to her feet, and

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their boss, after all. Embarrassing her in such a setting was a fool’s

sing. How about ‘Femme Fatale? Seems fitting, given how you snare one heart after another.” Everyone held

nearby, “Is there really a

was mortified

for the song,” said Brielle

she remained composed. Hearing this. Sarah suddenly didn’t know what to do, her breaths growing labored. Realizing