Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle stepped into the room and was greeted by its impeccable cleanliness. Near the window, a bouquet of sunflowers seemed to illuminate the entire space.

"Ricardo found those," Aubree mentioned as she went to pour two cups of tea.

Brielle caught the scent of tea and raised an eyebrow slightly, "Didn't you use to be all about coffee?" Aubree had always had a thing for coffee, the more bitter and robust, the better. "Sometimes you gotta mix things up."

The statement hung in the air, heavy with implication.

Brielle's eyebrows lifted subtly, and she let out a light chuckle. "How long has he been around?"

Aubree's eyes flashed with irritation. "Who knows? Clements Corporation is probably on the brink of collapse. That's why he's got so much free time."

Brielle didn't dwell on the subject and instead voiced her reason for the visit.

"Aubree, the phone you gave me, did you buy it yourself?"

The phone?

It took a moment for Aubree to react, then she shook her head. "No, it was from Andrew. I was puzzled at the time. He never liked you, so why would he bother giving you a phone? Is there a problem with it?" "It's been tampered with, hacked. During the time Max and I had our issues, it blocked our communication."

Aubree's anger was palpable. She stormed to the door, yanking it open.

up upon seeing her emerge. However, instead of a warm greeting, he was met with a resounding slap. The

"You bugged Bri's phone?"

"Yes."

couldn't help but laugh out of sheer exasperation. Andrew knew full well that Brielle was her closest friend, yet he resorted to

"Get out."

"But I didn't-"

"Out!"

silent, and a bitter smile tugged

"Bang!"

again, narrowly missing his

the corner of his mouth, feeling Aubree's profound disgust. It

the needle was sweetened with honey. Perhaps in her contempt, there

deep within him was as

like a relentless river, battering

made his heart race and his

stood motionless for a while before wandering

had been waiting all along. Upon seeing him, the driver sighed with relief. "Sir, there's been a call from the family estate.

noticed the blood at Andrew's mouth and the stark handprint on his pale cheek. Clearly, the slap had been delivered with no mercy. Andrew coughed

office where the executive team was waiting. But looking at Andrew, who

down-and-out neighborhood