Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 651

The somber mood that had enveloped the office dissipated in an instant, replaced by a warmth akin to an early spring day in March.

Max looked up, catching the gaze of the senior executive who had just walked in. The HR Director started to detail the tasks ahead with businesslike precision. Once the official matters were wrapped up, he complimented the scarf again. The compliment lingered in the air as he left, leaving behind an ambiance as balmy as a spring breeze.

Patrick had been standing right beside Max the whole time, silently taking mental notes of the cunning the old fox wielded. It was no wonder this man had managed to keep his seat as Director for so long. Even at an age where most were considering retirement, Max hadn’t suggested he step down.

Beyond his evident skill, the man was truly a master of diplomacy and charm.

Patrick breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of the events, Max was in good spirits now, and the morning’s oppressive atmosphere, which had nearly crushed him, had lifted. He had been on the verge of calling Brielle for backup, but remembering Max’s directive to keep this issue from her, he decided against it. Little did he know, Brielle’s former colleague had already filled her in on the situation.

At the moment, Brielle was feeling anything but cheerful as she drove to the neighborhood where John had lived. She made her way down the alley and up to John’s residence.

The crew was already hard at work, but Aubree was nowhere to be seen. She quickly sought out John to inquire about Aubree’s whereabouts

scheduled on set today, so I told her to rest up at the hotel,” John explained. “We’ve just got back, and the place needs a good clean. She hasn’t been feeling well lately, and I didn’t want to force her to stay here. Seems like she comes from a

Aubree had intended to come and observe, but memories of that horrible night in

calling an ambulance when Ricardo intervened, insisting he’d take Aubree to the hotel

tumultuous sea, but Ricardo seemed too pristine, hardly the type to take advantage of someone vulnerable. Given that Aubree appeared comfortable with Ricardo, John didn’t press

hurriedly dialed Ricardo, but his phone lay on the table in the hotel bathroom, vibrating silently alongside Aubree’s phone. Aubree retched over the

therapist for you,” Ricardo suggested with a frown.

tried to forget that night, but it was impossible. Returning

were unanswered, leaving Brielle worried. Even thought she was confident that Aubree would be safe with Ricardo by her side, she couldn’t help but fret about Andrew, that mad dog on the lookout for Aubree. If he learned where Aubree

wish, Brielle hoped Andrew’s wounds would become infected, leaving him too weak to

edge of the bathtub, her face a pallid. mask of discomfort. Ricardo squatted before her, his gaze intense and earnest. Suddenly, he made an

thought he was joking

for such a

clean–cut demeanor made his casual mention of murder all the more jarring, yet somehow not out of place. He was reminiscent of a figure from Greek mythology, the

well–liked because his innocence was genuine, as was his ruthlessness. He could