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?

me.” Max’s voice was flat. It was obvious, even to someone as emotionally oblivious as him, that Dustin

and rushed to reassure him. “It was just a game of cards.”

to pick you up.”

arguing with Max’s tone. Brielle simply agreed, “Okay,

was. She stood before a massive floor–to–ceiling window. Inside was a den of

case, she knew she had no chance to take him away, especially

was being held against his will. And she was curious–who was the puppet master behind the underground casino with such

a man, his back to her as if he’d been waiting for some time. “Ms. Brielle, care to join

Chapter 401

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 mask that hid his true.

face.

down slowly and cautiously.

her a cup of tea.

you.” She replied casually, then took a sip. The tea was fragrant and clearly high–quality.

“Not afraid of

resort to such roundabout methods. Assam tea of such caliber–quite the expense.”