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.

anything, you better tell me. It's

worn down

placed a glass of water in front of him. "Drink up, then get some rest." That was all he'd

Palace, Andrew headed to Stellar

a house. He'd

and she'd given Aubree all

in Clements Corporation.

reason alone,

family home, giving Andrew a

tirelessly with acting coaches, sometimes staying overnight, fully committed to her craft. Since her social media bonding with Keiran, her Twitter

birthday,

and headed to Aubree's new residence. Aubree was due back that day, having heard that both

coach and drove back to

was prestigious, the security

of a shadowy figure

extra drinks that evening,

of sleep had taken its toll, and he'd dozed