Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 511

Jaired towered over Allvia, making her look almost delicate, like a damsel, by his side. His presence was commanding. likely a result of his military background. He stood tall and straight as an oak, even in his all–black attire. Yet, the dark hues didn’t make him seem. brooding. Instead, he resembled a tree bursting through the earth, full of life and promise.

As he weaved through the crowd, he greeted everyone with a warm smile, as if he knew them. all personally. Every now and then, he’d turn to whisper something to Alivia, causing her to burst into laughter. Together, they were a striking pair.

Jaired’s gaze landed on Max, his eyes lighting up with recognition. “Max,” he called out, striding over with a confident galt, and clapping him on the shoulder. A wave of his masculine aura enveloped them. “Been a while, eh, Max?”

His attention quickly shifted to Brielle, sizing her up before his eyes darted back to Alivia as if drawing comparisons.

Max nodded to him, his usual cool demeanor unfazed. Max stood with an effortless grace, his silhouette smooth and refined–a stark contrast to Jaired’s rugged charm.

Brielle locked eyes with Alivia, offering a faint smile that effectively blocked Alivia’s intended path. Alivia’s smile faltered for a moment before she returned the nod, acknowledging the silent confrontation.

The tension between the two women was palpable, and the surrounding onlookers, aware of Brielle’s recent pairing with Max, were keen to witness the drama unfold. Rumors had it that Brielle had boldly claimed Max right from under Michael’s nose.

Tonight, Brielle was undoubtedly the center of attention. The moment she stepped in, eyes–both overt and covert–were on her. Any disparaging remarks were kept at bay, for she was Max’s girlfriend, the only one he’d publicly acknowledged in years.

crossing Brielle in his presence was

showdown, but both women maintained a cool facade, like a battlefield devoid

Max and Brielle so openly together. The humiliation of that night and her deep–seated love for Max was too

her away. “Those heels weren’t made for standing all night, Alivia. Let’s find you

her lips. “You seem more attentive since you’ve

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been anything but?” he retorted. He then turned to Max. “I’ll take Alivia

there.”

nodded, his gaze lingering on Brielle.

for Alivia? And one who seemed quite smitten

of resentment in her eyes and smiled. “Why the rush? I promised I’d be back to help you, didn’t I? Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you.”

took a deep breath, quickly regaining her composure. “Jaired, I

a smile, but he remained