Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 997

Brielle returned to Dustin's swanky manor, and they settled in for dinner together. Lately, Dustin had been practically glued to her side, putting his usual playboy antics on hold. It seemed like he hadn't even glanced at another woman since Brielle came back into his life. As they ate, Dustin kept a close eye on Brielle, trying to see if her hallucinations had come back. She had left the house earlier that day looking pretty down, but came back with a much lighter expression.

Over dinner, she brought up the child again. "Bro, he really reminds me of Max," she said, a wistful look in her eyes that tugged at Dustin's heartstrings.

Brielle had lost more than just Max; she had lost a child, and today, it seemed she saw Max in another kid's face. She was still struggling to get over the trauma of losing Max.

Dustin had tried everything to comfort her, but he still felt helpless. All he could do was reassure her. "I'm on it, and as soon as I find anything, you'll be the first to know." In reality, he hadn't put anyone on the case. He knew it was a dead end. Still, he had to give her some hope to keep her from spiraling again.

Her mood had visibly improved after her outing today. Maybe she just needed to get out more? "There's a gala tomorrow night. Wanna go? Some friends of yours will be there. Keiran's movie wrapped up a month ago, right? It's in the running for an Oscar, and the whole cast will be there. You should go and reconnect with them."

Hearing that the folks from Stellar Stage Entertainment would be there, Brielle's eyes lit up. She smiled, "Sure, I haven't seen them in a while."

Oscar gala was always a big deal, drawing in a lot of influential people. The

photos. Keiran was

kicked off. Brielle wore a custom-made gown adorned with diamonds from the waist down, courtesy of the Lynch family. But Dustin was far from satisfied. In his eyes, his sister deserved nothing but the best, and the gown's scattered small

of diamonds, Dustin would make it

complemented her figure perfectly. She looked forward

to enter the gala alone, respecting the Lynch family's decision to keep her identity under wraps

gown and made her way into the grand ballroom, she was unaware of the envious eyes

abroad. Her mentor was

spotting Brielle

venomous resentment. She had been slaving away for an elderly woman, hoping to be recognized as her granddaughter, but to no avail. She had also lost contact with Antonio. When he first positioned her in front