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.

her emerge. However, instead of a warm greeting, he was met with a resounding slap. The slap echoed down the

"You bugged Bri's phone?"

"Yes."

well that Brielle was her closest friend, yet he resorted to such sleazy

"Get out."

"But I didn't-"

"Out!"

suddenly fell silent, and a bitter smile tugged at his lips.

"Bang!"

again, narrowly

metallic taste from the corner of his mouth, feeling Aubree's profound disgust. It was like

of the needle was sweetened with honey. Perhaps in her contempt, there was a twisted form of

within him was as torturous

a relentless river, battering

made his heart race and his soul

stood motionless for a while before wandering

along. Upon seeing him, the driver sighed with relief. "Sir, there's been a call from the family estate. Ms. Tessa's condition has worsened. She's burning up with fever and keeps caffing your

handprint on his pale cheek. Clearly, the slap had

the office where the executive

down-and-out neighborhood