Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 477

Andrew hadn’t meant to cause a stir when he popped over to see Max. Hearing that his buddy. was out of the hospital he just wanted to make sure everything was on the up and up.

But as luck would have it. Max was caught up in a last–minute meeting, and with the top–floor conference room snagged by another team, they had to settle for a space on this floor.

Max ran into Andrew, who asked after his health, but Max barely had time to exchange pleasantries before Andrew had to duck out to the men’s room to curb an Itch for a smoke. What Andrew hadn’t banked on was running into Alivia there.

Alivia was a bundle of nerves at Andrew’s words, shaking like a leaf in a storm. All her life, she’d never known such panic. It was the kind of dread you felt when you were about to be exposed, when that beautiful veil was lifted to reveal the writhing maggots beneath.

And for her, the most terrifying part was that the one lifting the veil was her greatest love. That was a truth she couldn’t face.

Her fingertips quivered, her cheeks drained of color.

Max, with a sense of impatience, just pocketed his phone and muttered. “Didn’t notice a thing.”

Andrew was left doubting himself. Had he misheard?

Alivia sighed with relief at Max’s response. “Right,” she thought. Her voice had been soft, and Max was absorbed in his phone, probably wrangling some work issue. He was so engrossed in his world. How could he notice anything amiss?

she couldn’t

fully relax, Sydney emerged from within.

handprint, Sydney shrank at the sight of Alivia still lingering. Her face blanched,

dear? Did someone bully

Alivia’s face and noted Max with another man. She realized Alivia was putting on an act, a sickening charade. Yet she couldn’t call her out; she had

bit under the weather. I’ll just rest a bit,” Sydney

yourself. If you’re facing any bullying at work, report it to your supervisor. Don’t suffer in silence. Only then can you get the

Alivia’s touch, as chilling as a serpent’s

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head

for a response, Sydney bolted.

face was all warm again. “Max, sure you don’t need

“I’m fine.”

was dismissive, and his phone rang, signaling the start of the meeting. Patrick was wondering

will wrap up in

dangling from his lips, his voice casual, “Okay. Kenzo is at Premier Palace already. I’m just here to pick you up. You go do your stuff. I’ll