Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 388

“Who’s targeting Apex Dynamics? After the Haywood family hit a streak of bad luck, it seems they’re next in line. Word on the street is they’re still short of a cool eight billion.”

“There he is! Money Burner’s in the house tonight!”

Brielle craned her neck, trying to spot the infamous Money Burner in the throng, but the place was swarming. She knew they were talking about Infinity Brilliance’s lone heir, Dustin Lynch.

Just thinking about Dustin brought back memories of their chance meeting abroad. She couldn’t help but suppress a smile. For some reason, she found his company effortlessly comforting.

Deciding to ditch her dessert, she figured it was worth taking a stroll to see if she could dig up any news on Daniel.

As she rounded the corner, Dustin’s voice floated towards her. “Darling, are we really going to debate the origin of love right now? I’m far more interested in the color of your dress tonight.”

Brielle froze. The voice came from the balcony, a place she had to pass by. Walking through would mean interrupting, wouldn’t it?

The woman’s breathy sighs grew louder. “Mr. Lynch, you’re such a tease. It’s been ages since you’ve been around. Didn’t any of those foreign girls satisfy your appetite?”

Brielle couldn’t bear to listen any longer and turned to leave, but in doing so, her foot knocked against a potted plant. The noise startled the woman on Dustin’s lap, who let out a shriek and hastily retreated, clutching her undergarments.

Brielle tried to hurry away but found her collar caught

her by the

on tiptoes, helpless, Brielle explained, “I was just passing

idly twirled a finger. “What a shame. You have no

she didn’t want

giving him a look of both passion and

clothes, Brielle asked as politely as possible, “Mr. Lynch, when did

about an hour

plane and already at the casino, his life seemed

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from head to toe and chuckled. “You’ve lost weight.”

familiar tone touched her, albeit slightly.

all the looking around, it’s clear the ladies here are top–notch. Soft and delicate, and they sound so sweet

breath, wishing she hadn’t

it amusing and pulled her

Lynch, let’s not. I don’t have any chips.”