Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 661

She took a sip of the fruit wine, and her eyes sparkled. “Is this the house special, brewed by the owner

himself?”

Kenzo raised an eyebrow, observing her fingertips resting on the glass. The cozy warmth of the room, combined with the pleasure of a favored drink, left her content as a cat curled up in a sunbeam.

She was pristine and poised. Persian cats were known for their standoffish nature, after all.

*Sure, join me for dinner and the script is yours.”

Brielle blinked, hastily setting down her glass. “I can’t just accept that. I’ll pay you whatever the highest bid from the other companies was. I know you’re not hurting for money, but taking this script for nothing wouldn’t sit right with me. I’d feel awkward coming to you for business again.”

“There’s always a next time for business, but my terms might change by then,” Kenzo’s gaze drifted to her fingertips lying gently on the edge of the table. She probably wasn’t used to being in such close quarters with men. Initially tense, her fingers were tight, but after a bit of wine and their long acquaintance, she had relaxed. Her fingertips lightly touched the table, her face adorned with a smile.

“You’re not here on behalf of your sister, are you? Like, asking me to break up with Max or something?”

Kenzo chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischievous amusement. “Do I seem like that kind of guy to you?”

“Not really, but Alivia has always been the apple of your eyes. If she asked, you’d probably say yes.” Everyone in the Barnes family did seem to revolve around their little princess.

“Alivia did give me a task, but it wasn’t to use the script to get you to dump Max.”

then?” Brielle was puzzled. The wine was so delicious she couldn’t help but

“To seduce you.”

her face turned crimson, and tears nearly spilled from her

few stray strands framing her face. Now her ear tips were reddened from the coughing, her eyes shimmered like a

happy with whatever Michael arranged? Why send her own brother to

a shock through Brielle as intense as when her colleagues caught her kissing Max that morning. To

I need to use the restroom.”

door of the private booth,

the other side. Her

booth. Whether it was the wine’s aftereffect or her vision blurring, she couldn’t be sure. Peering through the slim gap between the booth’s door and its small window, she saw

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she was sure it was Annie was because of the photos her colleagues had shown her earlier. The woman’s outfit

and she instinctively wanted to flee, but she heard a man’s sneering laugh from inside. “Mr. Dorsey, you sure know how to live it up, coming to a place like this for a dame. You rejected all those women I sent you way

Annie’s head, his tone nonchalant. “Murray,

eyes lingered on Annie, who indeed possessed a certain allure. It seemed Max hadn’t lost out this time. “I hear Miss Annie has secured a teaching position at Harvard. No wonder you’re so protective. But then, I’ve also heard that Miss Annie isn’t your real preference, Mr. Dorsey. Or is that girl just a stand–in for someone else?”

was her voice that she heard. “I’ve known Max for over a decade: That woman looks a bit

let out a laugh, raising his wine glass in a toast. “Well then, if

“Be my guest.”

Brielle were nothing more than a plaything he had tired of.