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."

a bit

wash some and place it on the side table. Why don't

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 and

sat with an expression of cool indifference, his pale lips parting slightly, the sharp angles of his face as

room once more buzzed into action, summarizing and discussing

had ended. She walked over to the couch where Max had already closed his laptop

really

al.ne

she couldn't keep it from Max. And singe she's now with Max, many in Beaconsfield were curious about her background. Now that her biological father

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

wasn't that she was unmoved; rather, faced with such a father figure and a

countless

child,

come for

Life

were too few sponsors, and Mark, a laid-off worker, could

eat her fill, always saving what little

and Mark would knit hats and scarves for everyone. When it was cold, they huddled together,