Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle casually hung her bag and coat on the coat rack nearby. "Caught in a meeting?"

Max glanced up at her, the fleeting warmth in his hazel eyes dissolving as quickly as a mirage, his features tightening into a smirk that hinted at mischief.

At this moment, the camera was still facing him, and in the quiet conference room on the other end of the screen, everyone remained silent, avoiding eye contact and keeping their thoughts to themselves, though their minds were racing with commentary. "Was that Brielle's voice just now? Max is at his own residence, Premier Palace, right?"

"Brielle and Max are living together?!"

"And by the looks of it, this isn't a recent development."

Their faces remained a study in calm, but internally their minds were racing.

Then Brielle's voice came from the screen again. She asked the housekeeper inside the Premier Palace with ease.

"Wesley, are we having soup again today?"

A smile spread across Wesley's face. "Yes, both you and Mr. Max have been working late quite frequently, so I asked the kitchen to make some soup for you."

"Thank you."

"Ms. Brielle, would you like some fruit? We just received an air shipment today."

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wash some and place it on the side table. Why

executives felt as if their ears were playing tricks on them because they could hear everything so clearly. It was clear to them that from top to bottom, Premier Palace treated Brielle like the lady of the house. Unaware that Max had both the camera

sat with an expression of cool indifference, his pale lips parting slightly,

buzzed into action, summarizing

walked over to the couch where Max had already

didn't really want to

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now with Max, many in Beaconsfield were curious about her background. Now that her

rub her temples. "Mark found my biological father. He's not quite

wasn't that she was unmoved; rather, faced with such a father figure and a TV crew that was only interested in ratings, she had to appear unbreakable. But the truth was, she'd been feeling

countless times she

a child, she

when her parents would come for her, and if she was

birth. Life in the

too few sponsors, and Mark, a laid-off worker, could only provide a meager stipend to

herself to eat her fill, always saving

they huddled together, dreaming of the