Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 514

Her smile was as tender as a spring morning, but the words that slipped through those lips were as fake as a three–dollar bill.

Brielle’s silence spoke volumes, prompting a knowing glance between Alivia and Tessa, both shimmering with smug satisfaction. How could a woman who couldn’t even play chopsticks on the piano have caught Max’s eye? It seemed unfathomable. She could only hold someone’s attention for so long before being tossed aside like last season’s fashion.

That was the collective thought buzzing around the room. A few snickers broke out among the crowd.

However, Brielle stood up amidst the laughter and piercing stares, exuding a calm that seemed to quiet the room. “What can I do for you, Ms. Tessa?”

When Brielle spoke, Tessa’s brow furrowed into a frown, her voice laced with mockery. “Play a duet with me. Either we do a four–hand performance on the piano, or perhaps, Ms. Brielle, you’d like to sing us a song instead?”

The insinuation was clear. Was she insinuating that Brielle was some kind of entertainer, there to sing for her supper?

If Brielle agreed to a four–hand duet, who knew what Tessa might play? If it turned out to be something Brielle didn’t know, she’d be caught in a trap, her embarrassment serving as the evening’s entertainment.

The onlookers were thrilled at the prospect of the drama unfolding, while the men continued to prattle on about stocks and bonds, oblivious to the brewing storm.

if you’re not up

yourself.”

the piano and started playing with unwavering confidence. Alivia was about to join Tessa for the duet, but Brielle had other plans. She stepped to the side and picked up a

the bow caressed the strings,

foregone the piano duet, not wanting to give Tessa any more chances to trip her

instruments. Alivia had mentioned an upcoming mini–concert

the still of the night, its notes intertwining with the piano’s melody,

composure shaken. Alivia’s expression also soured; her fingers curled

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spectacle, now wore strained smiles,

soon caught the attention of the entire room, drawing. the gaze of the businessmen away from their financial

more frantic, her usual poise crumbling under the spotlight of the high society’s gaze. Her fingers trembled, barely avoiding a catastrophic

aloof, detached air, her posture straight, seemingly untouched by the world around her. While Tessa’s face betrayed her nerves, Brielle was the picture

galling was the sight of the men,