Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle's brow furrowed in confusion, momentarily at a loss as to what exactly he was referring to.

She would be the first to admit that she could be a bit prickly and somber at times, but she would never ignore a call from her partner, especially not during a silent treatment between them. Such tactics only hastened the demise of a relationship.

She genuinely treasured the bond she shared with Max. She knew that their journey together had been no easy feat and that the road ahead would be fraught with obstacles. If she were to throw in the towel first, what kind of future could they possibly have? "Ms. Brielle, he tried calling you several times, I did too, but you just hung up. Your situation with the him really has me worried, because I want you two to work it out, not just cut off all communication the moment there's a disagreement," Patrick said, his frustration evident.

Brielle was speechless. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her missed calls.

There were no calls from either of them. Not a trace. Could someone have tampered with her phone?

That was impossible. During her time at Stellar Stage Entertainment, her phone had always been by her side, untouched by anyone else.

So what exactly was going on?

The confusion in her eyes was unmistakable, prompting Patrick to frown. "Ms. Brielle, is there a problem?"

"I didn't receive any calls from you guys."

Patrick had been by Max's side for years, effortless in his counter-surveillance skills. Hearing Brielle's response, he immediately grew suspicious. "Ms. Brielle, would you mind if I take a look at your phone? I'll have someone check it out." Brielle nodded and handed it over without hesitation.

Around the corner, Annie stood with her arms crossed, casually eavesdropping on their conversation.

she let out a sigh. It seemed that remotely controlling Brielle's phone was off

return, Annie swiftly made her way back to her desk and sent

control it anymore. Murray, I'm so sad. What do

his heart melted. [Miss, with your

at its limit. How can those two reconcile just like that, without clearing up all those misunderstandings? It's so defeating. I'm in a foul

found Annie quietly sitting at her desk, texting someone

pry but instead entered Max's

He reached for his suit

Was he

his side. "We're not going home for dinner

"Should we call Wesley?"

"I've already told him."

office, her wrist in his grasp, all the way to the

watched in surprise,

couple was living together and that Max

a mix of envy and jealousy. How had Brielle managed to snag such

looked on with a complex expression, feeling an unpleasant

some schmoozing to do, or maybe he'd take her to Tequila Sunset for drinks, but when the car stopped at Beaconsfield College, surprise flickered in her

"You-"