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

amused and rushed to reassure him. “It was just

to pick

Max’s tone.

before a massive floor–to–ceiling window. Inside was a den of vice and vigor, outside the

had no chance to take him away, especially

And she was curious–who was the puppet master behind the underground casino with such clout?

the farthest balcony. There stood a man, his back to her

Chapter 401

she 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 mask

face.

sat down slowly

her a

casually, then took a sip. The tea was fragrant

man chuckled, appraising her, “Not afraid of

me dead, you wouldn’t resort to such roundabout methods. Assam tea of such caliber–quite the