Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 426

She had to admit that Brielle had some chops, but everything she had now must’ve been thanks to Spencer, right?

The fastest way to make money in this world, it seemed, was to sell your body.

Brielle didn’t notice the edge in Sydney’s tone, simply assuming she felt under the weather. After saying a quick word to the security guard at the entrance–who was quite familiar with her–Sydney was let in without issue.

Reaching her front door, Brielle fished out her keys and unlocked it.

Sydney’s face subtly changed upon seeing the exquisite interior. The house itself was already worth a pretty penny, yet the decor seemed even more expensive, as if every breath was laced with the scent of money.

Even though she worked at Dorsey International, Sydney had always played by the rules. Apart from a likable personality, there was nothing extraordinary about her. Most of her colleagues were graduates from reputable universities, but those who actually belonged to the affluent circles were few and far between. Having a place of your own in Beaconsfield was considered

quite the achievement.

And here was Brielle, living alone in such a beautiful home. How many years would she and her boyfriend have to work without indulging in any pleasures to afford a place like this?

a few pairs of men’s shoes were stored. Those were for Max since he occasionally stopped by.

few surreptitious glances, Sydney feigned nonchalance and asked, “Ms. Haywood, do you live in this

up on the insinuation and wasn’t one to spread details about her private life.

“Yeah.”

living alone. The men’s shoes in the foyer–if not Spencer’s,

fuck buddy, perhaps?

her private life to be so messy. She was remembering how Spencer and Noah had been doggedly pursuing Brielle, and a wave of jealousy washed over

true trust–fund kids, right? If that was the case, why did Brielle

walk over to the coffee table on the sofa and start

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suspect that last night’s events could have so dramatically altered her perception. As Brielle mulled over whether to make changes to one of the forms

much thought, Brielle gestured towards

way there, her peripheral vision not missing a chance to take in the house’s decor. The more she saw, the more

any designers, her past daydreams of buying a house with her boyfriend had led