Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 847

As Brielle's palms pressed together, a pool of nervous perspiration had formed. It was that old feeling - the nearer to home, the greater the trepidation.

In just an hour, the charity gala would commence, and she had to change into her evening gown and head over with her invitation in hand. Due to the rush, her makeup was minimal, a simple elegance.

Although Max had been quite the amorous companion the previous night, he had been considerate enough not to leave any marks that would be visible with her gown. The only telltale sign was a faint mark on her earlobe, easily concealed.

Even with light makeup, Brielle's striking presence drew many an admiring glance. The gala was a noteworthy event in the North American social scene, and, with Infinity Brilliance in attendance, it had drawn the crème de la crème of the community - from the most distinguished Chinese Americans to a smattering of European aristocracy.

The buzz around Owen's return to the business world had been incessant, and royal backing was there ostensibly to bolster Infinity Brilliance's position. Not that the company needed it, given its global dominance over the years, but this gesture of support was one that Infinity Brilliance would not forget.

Brielle, not well-acquainted with the North American elite, found a quiet corner to settle down upon entering with her invitation. The Chinese Americans who had made it big were numerous, but the Lynches were in a league of their own at the pinnacle of Infinity Brilliance. The crowd was a mosaic of racial elegance - white, Asian, and a handful of black attendees, all exuding grace under the brilliant chandeliers. The heady scent of fine wine, the allure of gourmet desserts, and the walls adorned with priceless art - it all mirrored the opulence she first experienced attending an international auction with Max.

for quick glimpses of the incoming guests. Her

saw a steady trickle of arrivals, but none that eased her tension. It

her birth. By the time she started paying attention to the business news, the titans had retreated from the public

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circles of North America.

she lowered her lashes, contemplating a sip of her wine, a commotion at the door caught

A group entered, leisurely,

commanding the room's focus.

—

same charm, the same

like a vintage wihe, growing more exquisite with time, his path thro the

room followed him, yet few dared to approach. The young lacked the standing, the established hesitated given the crowd around him. Most were content to watch from afar. Brielle watched intently, nearly spilling her