Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 401

After leaving Brielle, Dustin whipped out his phone and shot a text to Max. [Hey Max, had a blast at the casino with little B. Planted a kiss on the back of her soft hand, and she blushed something fierce. Adorable.]

Max saw the message, as the business with the Dorsey family had already wrapped up. His face instantly turned to ice, compounded by the sight of two messages from Andrew. The air in the car went subzero.

Patrick was sitting in the front and shivered involuntarily, wondering who had crossed Max this time.

A minute later, Max dialed Brielle’s number. She was just about to step through the innermost door when her phone rang. She hit the answer button.

“Where are you?” Max’s tone was icy, and his anger was barely contained.

Brielle was puzzled at who might have upset him and answered truthfully. “At the casino. I wanted to snoop around about Daniel’s situation.”

“You and Dustin having fun?”

Even through the digital divide, Brielle could taste the acidity in his question. Her heart fluttered, and she couldn’t help but smile. “How did you know?”

He hadn’t reached out all evening and was probably tied up with something. Was he keeping

tabs on her?

was showing off to me.” Max’s voice was flat. It was obvious, even to someone as emotionally oblivious as him, that Dustin was bragging in the most obnoxious way.

rushed to reassure him. “It was

to pick you

was no arguing with Max’s tone. Brielle simply agreed, “Okay, that’s fine.”

a massive floor–to–ceiling window. Inside was a den

she had no chance to take him away, especially when even

held against his will. And she was curious–who was the puppet master behind

and a gazebo appear on the farthest balcony. There stood a man, his back to her as if he’d been waiting for some time. “Ms. Brielle, care to join me for a bit of moon–gazing?”

Chapter 401

saw a cup of tea in his hand, a selection of delicate desserts laid out before him, and an empty cup. His posture was erect, but he wore a

face.

sat down slowly and cautiously.

man’s elegant fingers poured her a cup of tea.

She replied casually, then took a sip. The tea was

chuckled, appraising her, “Not afraid of poison,

wouldn’t resort to such roundabout methods. Assam tea of such caliber–quite the expense.”