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.”

feature of the restaurant was that the karaoke setup was integrated into the dining. area. Some had already begun to belt

a bottle from the table and poured herself a drink. “I won’t stay long–I don’t want to cramp your style. You all have fun tonight and rest up tomorrow. I asked the

for Ms. Haywood!” A cheer went up from

such a manner. She smiled, nodded, took her drink, and made

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

in an instant, as everyone seemed unsure

speaker was Sarah, already tipsy. Her eyes squinted with unmasked displeasure at Brielle’s presence. Brielle gave her a

was right in front of them. Probably irked by Brielle’s non–response, Sarah staggered to her

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boss, after all. Embarrassing her in such

“You’re not just drinking three–you’re gonna listen to me sing. How about ‘Femme Fatale? Seems fitting, given how you snare one heart after another.” Everyone

“Is there really a song called ‘Femme Fatale?”

questioned colleague was mortified and

for the song,” said Brielle as she took a

her breaths growing labored. Realizing the mood had soured and the alcohol’s effect was waning, she panicked at the sight of Brielle sitting coolly among them.