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.

glanced at the various paths, wondering where he could

a spark of mischief in her eyes that swept away the day's gloom, Brielle said, "Let's go,

pathways, passing the girls' dormitories where

boasted beautiful dorms surrounded

time at

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

muted.

those university years - her

hand, she felt a surreal connection

my freshman year," she mentioned casually, her voice soft, stepping

school invited you

spoke briefly, and the crowd went wild because you looked about our age. I was the top scorer