Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 437

Sydney was clueless about Spencer’s plans, but the sight of an extra two million in her account made her lips curl into a smile. Her heart had been thoroughly corroded by wealth, rusted, and stripped of its original color.

Yet, people seldom realized their own downfall.

Clutching the documents, Sydney waited for Spencer in the underground parking lot of Dorsey International. Soon enough, Spencer rolled up in his multimillion–dollar sports car.

Sydney had seen luxe rides before, but this was her first time sitting in one. As the sleek vehicle pulled up in front of her, her heart rate soared, pounding with excitement.

Spencer, however, barely gave her a glance. His voice was chilly as he commanded, “Get in.”

e was all

Sydney chafed at the cold treatment. When Spencer had been desperate for her, he urgent and warm.

for

compare, especially women, and this comparison can become more intense in certain areas. This wasn’t a slight against women; it was just like saying women cared more about appearances

car, instantly enveloped by the sensation of being surrounded by riches. It was a comfort, like stepping into paradise for a moment.

and Spencer in this car, would she become the heroine of those romance novels? The thought made

no hint of such intentions. Sydney felt a wave of

indifferent, preoccupied with how to deal with Brielle’s pregnancy. His warning was icy. “Get

flushed with heat. She knew his mind was on Brielle, so what was she

mean to, I

special just because I’ve been with you once. There have been many before you. If you weren’t Brielle’s assistant,

palms. Was this the stark difference between men’s behavior in bed and out? Damn it, it all came

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shame!

a thin smile. “I understand. I overstepped.”

if this man couldn’t have Brielle,