Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

The Fox clan was released the very next day. Brielle didn't go to pick them up in person. She simply had the officers relay the message about their daughter.

Kingston, who had been cautiously messaging Brielle with such care before, didn't dare to mess around anymore now that his family was back together. He returned home with his wife and son, their tails between their legs, not attempting any further contact with Brielle. James seemed to have some conscience left. The first thing he did after getting out was to reach out to a media outlet, earnestly clarifying that Brielle was the daughter of the Fox family. The story blazed across the internet for a morning but didn't really stir up much of a storm.

However, within the social circles of Beaconsfield, the hottest gossip was that Brielle and Max had broken up.

Some clapped their hands with glee as if Brielle had finally gotten her comeuppance.

The high society ladies couldn't wait to set off fireworks in celebration. They had always said that once Max got bored, he'd kick her to the curb. After all, wasn't Brielle just an orphan with no parents? Keeping her around was just for a bit of excitement, nothing more. "Serves her right! Once a tramp, always a tramp. She's destined to wallow in the mire."

"Poor thing was tossed aside and had no choice but to swallow her pride."

"Ha, being by Max's side for so long was her biggest stroke of luck. Max, the unattainable rose, remains just that."

Max didn't see any of these comments. He had spent the whole night on the sofa at Premier Palace, and everyone there knew better than to approach him.

As dawn broke, he stood up, grabbed his laptop nearby, and looked like he was heading to work.

Patrick hurried over to him. "Sir, your pants..."

Max's eyes narrowed, and only then did he glance down at his suit pants, still dirty with yesterday's cemetery mud, his shoes caked with it.

"Maybe you should take the day off."

Patrick had seen the rumors about the boss and Ms. Brielle breaking up.

"No need."

down to Dorsey International. Patrick followed, though he didn't dare speak along the

seemed the same as ever, but Patrick felt that

though it was unclear what he was thinking. Patrick refrained from reminding

in, she could feel the oppressive atmosphere. She looked at Patrick, who simply motioned for her to leave. Then he

en

going on? Max seems off

and Ms.

played all her cards yet, and these

really like

Brielle who wanted

deep within. So, now that Brielle was

had always been

face, which was

own, stirring discomfort

torment Brielle until

was unrecognizable.

stop bothering Annie. Annie had been hiding out in Dorsey International for so long, which was

on Annie's lips, her eyes filled

to have someone mar Brielle's face, to slice it off with a knife. Then

excited Annie, sparks dancing in her

to Patrick,

Back in the office.

mind. He turned the project