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."

I'm a bit

side table. Why don't you go wash your hands, and dinner

that from top to bottom, Premier Palace treated Brielle like the lady of the house. Unaware that Max had

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

more buzzed into action, summarizing

her hands, the meeting had ended. She walked over to the couch where Max had

really want

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she knew all too well that 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 had

temples. "Mark found my biological father. He's not quite what I

that she was unmoved; rather, faced with such a father figure and a TV crew that

the countless

a child, she

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

birth. Life in the

indeed impoverished. There were too few sponsors, and Mark, a laid-off worker, could only provide a meager

allowing herself to eat her fill, always saving what

together, dreaming of the day they'd find their parents. That hope