Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 556

Brielle greeted Ricardo and they stood amidst a gaggle of giggling children, with smiles. plastered on their faces. Later, they moved and unpacked items together. All those

photographe landed on Max’s phone.

Max was out like a light, the sleeping pill having taken quick effect. Even in slumber, a “light frown creased his forehead.

Exhausted from helping unpack, Brielle could barely lift a finger. She hadn’t eaten since noon and was now sprawled on the couch, panting with her eyes closed, devoid of any energy.

Driving back to Premier Palace was out of the question at this point; she couldn’t even muster the strength to stand up. She leaned back and succumbed to sleep right there on the

couch

Ricardo glanced at the still–excited children, now playing with their new toys, and placed a finger to his lips in a hushing gesture. The children immediately caught on and quieted down

“Will Brielle catch a cold sleeping like that?”

don’t you give

closeness between the two

to an outsider.

knitted a scarf snug in Max’s embrace during the holidays while he read her poems by Borges, word by word. The corners of her lips curled into a smile

said she’d come home every night, even if she visited the company

center of his brow, Max was alerted by Patrick’s voice at the door. “Mr. Dorsey. are you awake? There’s an emergency meeting needed

case.”

up and donning a suit, Max opened the

study, he saw his phone flooded with new pictures. With each swipe, his expression turned icier. In the last image, was Ricardo covering Brielle with the blanket. Max’s knuckles whitened, and the phone was hurled against the wall, shattering into pieces.

heavy, bitingly cold.

tactics, though unbecoming of his status, were devastatingly effective.

Chapter 556

Max’s fury for the first time. He’d seen the photo, too, and besides being incredulous,

still on, but seeing Max’s dark mood, he tried

voice icy, “Patrick, call