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?”

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

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

pure. Affection was commonplace: true love was rare. It was an oasis in a

her college years, Brielle understood that oases were indeed scarce, but the endless sand was the

said, “Mr. Dorsey should be

escort you out.”

politely, unsure of his intentions but eager

glanced back. at the man still seated in the gazebo. His fingers caressed his glass, and a slight smile played at the edges

but didn’t dwell

the exit. Upon seeing Brielle emerge, she quickly circled her, checking for any harm. “Thank God, I was terrified you’d been chopped

“Maxle would have killed me If anything happened to

speaking. Max’s

in the first place, avoided. Max’s

“Bang!”

sauntered off to her