Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 402

Brielle was well aware that the young heir to Kingston Enterprises was no saint, but she hadn’t anticipated him being this reckless. No wonder he had been detained.

“If someone came to claim him, would you release him?” she asked.

“Of course not,” came the reply with a sly edge. “But for you, Ms. Brielle, I might just consider it.”

As long as he wasn’t released, William wouldn’t stand a chance. Therefore, Daniel staying put was actually to her advantage.

The man had already picked up his glass and was idly toying with it. “Men like Dustin and Max hold you in high regard, Ms. Brielle. I’m quite curious about you.”

“Do you fancy Max, Ms. Brielle?” The tone was casual, as if two old friends were catching up.

“Of course.”

“And do you love him?”

never really entertained the concept, or rather, she had never truly encountered it. She acknowledged her fondness for Max, secure in the knowledge

basking in the warmth of a cozy fireplace – you didn’t ask others what warmth was; you simply felt it. If you couldn’t feel it, or if you found yourself seeking confirmation from a third party, then it was absent. That was why when she saw girls online asking strangers if their

an oasis in a long–parched desert, a fleeting joy upon first sight –

a real desert during her college years, Brielle understood that oases were indeed scarce, but the endless sand was the norm. So she remained silent.

“Mr. Dorsey should

escort you out.”

of his intentions but eager to

her towards the exit. As she walked away, she glanced back. at the man still seated in the gazebo. His fingers caressed his glass, and a slight

frowned but didn’t dwell

at the exit. Upon seeing Brielle emerge, she quickly circled her, checking for any harm. “Thank God,

a sigh of relief. “Maxle would have killed

Max’s

avoided. Max’s gaze and quickly

“Bang!”

sauntered off to her own convertible.