Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 832

In the evening, the film crew decided to head out for a dinner party. Brielle tagged along, mingling for a couple of hours, sipping just enough wine to feel the buzz, before deciding to make her exit.

Aiden was at the wheel again, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. "Ms. Brielle, an hour ago, we got word from the Dorsey family. Michael is critically ill."

Brielle's eyes narrowed slightly. Michael had always been the picture of health; how could he suddenly be on his deathbed?

Her lips pressed tightly together as the gears in her mind turned swiftly - this must be a call for Max to return home. Sure enough, her phone rang with Max on the line.

"When are you planning to head overseas?"

For some reason, Brielle always felt like Max had an uncanny grasp of her intentions.

"In a few days. How's Desiree holding up?"

"The Lynch family hasn't informed her about Dustin's situation yet. The sanatorium is quite secure."

out her true identity, but he never prodded. Whenever she was in need, he was there to lend a hand, but

and demand vengeance for even the slightest scratch on her finger, expecting Max to be her avenging sword, he'd probably comply without a word

he could offer was a nudge at the pivotal moments. If Brielle took a step forward, he'd match it. If she took ten steps, he'd follow suit. Even if Brielle reached the pinnacle, Max would stand on

the Dorsey family. Are you coming

a lowered voice, "Miss you." Despite being too preoccupied for romantic banter, that sentiment still sent a warm tingle

"Yeah."

cold resolve.

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burned at all, and might not even be mute. Dustin

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had made numerous enemies worldwide, yet Dustin had thrived all these years. He wasn't careless. On the contrary, е he