Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

As Brielle entered the office, a small frown creased her brow.

Her words were meant to rile up Daisy, but Daisy's reaction had set off alarm bells in Brielle's head. If her off-the-cuff remarks held truth, then it pointed to a scandalous secret between the Dorsey and Barnes families.

Brielle's gaze hardened. She knew she had to take the initiative and preempt any potential threats rather than remain a sitting duck as she had in the past.

She took a deep breath and dialed Mason, hoping he could facilitate a transfer of funds into her account.

The company had recently secured a funding round in the billions, and while it wasn't her personal wealth, it did represent a significant stake.

However, as Mason's accounts were overseas, the transfer process was cumbersome and would take at least two days to complete.

Brielle was planning her next moves for two days later, but come evening, her bank alerted her to an incoming transaction of twenty billion. The sum was so vast that the bank called her personally to inquire about any recent business dealings.

As Brielle was about to deny any such activities, Aubree popped up on WhatsApp with a new message.

[I sold off the Clements family stocks. Holding those shares made me a Clements family stakeholder, and I'd inevitably have to face Andrew at the shareholder meetings. By selling them, I cut the ties binding me to him. I'll be picking up my stuff in a few days, and I'm looking at getting a villa with tight security around Pearl Estate.]

[Bri, I know you're in need of money right now, more so than me. Take it. Whatever you return to me in the future will undoubtedly be more.]

From the moment Aubree met Brielle at the Haywood family gathering and saw the fear in her eyes, surrounded by a sea of insincere adults, Aubree had vowed to be Brielle's lifelong friend. They would share their fortunes and face challenges together.

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off on the transfer. Then she went downstairs, got into

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owner was so certain she'd return to him. Was it

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waiter, she entered a secluded room, veiled by heavy curtains, opening up to a spacious

a plush red sofa, swirling

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straight. "I hear the casino offers

from head to toe before chuckling softly. "So, you're

"Yes."