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

ready to snapshot any closeness between the two and send the images at lightning speed to Max. The innocent act of Ricardo covering Brielle with the blanket

to an outsider.

while he read her poems by Borges, word by word. The

it was eight in the evening, and Brielle hadn’t returned. She had said she’d come home every night, even if

by Patrick’s voice at the door. “Mr. Dorsey. are you awake? There’s an emergency meeting needed for the international

case.”

freshening up and donning a suit, Max opened

expression turned icier. In the last image, was Ricardo covering

air turned heavy, bitingly cold.

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

Chapter 556

Patrick witnessed Max’s fury for the first time. He’d seen the photo, too, and besides being incredulous, he was stunned. Ms. Brielle rarely let a man get that close. No wonder Max

was still on, but seeing Max’s dark mood, he tried to make himself as inconspicuous

his voice icy, “Patrick, call