Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle felt a wave of emotion as she remembered the upcoming centennial celebration at Beaconsfield College. It was going to be the grandest event yet, and all alumni were invited to return. She had received her invitation, but she wasn't all that keen on going.

For one, she had been in the eye of the storm recently, and she didn't want her alma mater to bear the brunt of any criticism. Secondly, her name hadn't yet graced the financial newspapers, and she felt she hadn't lived up to her professors' instruction.

"Brielle, what did you use to enjoy eating?" Max had done his homework before coming.

His experience couldn't be applied to the average person, as he rarely stayed on campus during his university days, let alone made any friends.

Back then, he was already rubbing shoulders with the Wall Street wolves, engaged in a fierce tug-of-war over interests. So, the typical college life, with its communal dining and hangouts, was foreign to him. "Hmm, corn dogs," Brielle replied almost subconsciously, noting the puzzled look in Max's eyes, knowing he probably hadn't heard of the Beaconsfield College specialty.

The college was known for its clean, fresh, and affordable corn dogs.

But such a place probably wasn't Max's scene. She couldn't imagine him perched at a cramped table, enjoying a budget-friendly corn dog.

to go?" Max glanced at the various paths, wondering where he

a spark of mischief in her eyes that swept away the day's gloom, Brielle said, "Let's go, it won't be

the pathways, passing the girls' dormitories where Brielle pointed

institution, boasted beautiful dorms surrounded by fragrant

time at

which kept her at a conscious distance from other male students, and her addiction to the library

muted.

- her days were a

Max's hand, she felt a surreal connection to her younger, lonely self

you once during my freshman year," she mentioned casually,

you for

our age. I was the top scorer that year and had the honor