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.

All that tenderness was for Brielle. But it was Sydney who had slept

has a tendency to compare, especially women, and this comparison can become more intense in certain areas. This wasn’t

being surrounded by riches. It was a comfort, like stepping into paradise for a moment.

in this car, would she become the heroine of those romance novels? The

showing no hint of such intentions. Sydney felt a wave of shame and even

to resist, she reached out, her hand boldly suggesting her desire. But Spencer was resolutely indifferent, preoccupied with how to deal with Brielle’s pregnancy. His warning was icy. “Get your hand away from

of humiliation as if her last shred of dignity had been stripped away. Her body flushed with heat. She knew his mind was on

mean

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

dug into her palms. Was this the stark difference between men’s behavior in bed and out? Damn it, it all came back to Brielle.

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shame!

deeply, managing a thin smile. “I understand. I overstepped.”

without a doubt, if this man