Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 870

Chapter 870

Max rubbed his temples, his tone casual. "I was just talking off the cuff."

But Andrew knew better. Max never spoke without intent.

Among the four of them, Jaired was the military lifer, rarely seen but held in high regard by the Riddle family. Despite his youth, he'd carved out a reputation that promised a meteoric rise in their social circles, barring any unexpected setbacks.

Kenzo was the serene artist, often smiling quietly, his talent in the arts nothing short of extraordinary. He'd disappear from Beaconsfield for inspiration without a word of where he went.

Then there was Max and him.

Max had been a Wall Street prodigy, his financial empire shrouded in mystery. Despite handling Dorsey International from a distance, the company's stock kept climbing.

If anyone's whereabouts were an open book, it was Andrew's. Unlike Max, he didn't keep a low profile. He personally handled every Clements Corporation deal and had even tangled with Dustin overseas. As Max had pointed out, Andrew's movements were the most straightforward.

But what about Jaired and Kenzo?

Especially Kenzo, who had recently announced his retirement and severed all ties, as if he intended to leave everything in Beaconsfield behind and vanish.

It left Andrew feeling like he was the only one taking their brotherhood seriously while the others were just playing along.

Why?

He couldn't understand it.

something, anything, you better tell me. It's tough, Kenzo just

down by

of him. "Drink up, then get some rest." That was all he'd get

leaving Premier Palace, Andrew headed

was she'd bought a house. He'd asked around everywhere before finding out where her new place

birthday was approaching, and she'd given Aubree

in Clements

alone,

family home, giving Andrew a slim chance to see

to her craft. Since her social media bonding with Keiran, her Twitter following had skyrocketed. With the film's release

lesson. Until Marissa's birthday, he'd wait at Aubree's newly

he shrugged his jacket onto his forearm after handling the last of his obligations at Clements Corporation and headed

farewell to her coach and drove back

neighborhood was prestigious, the security

shadowy figure at her doorstep

downed a couple of extra drinks that

had taken its toll, and he'd dozed off against the wall