Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1203

The air grew cold as the woman's demeanor shifted, her words slicing through Brielle's confusion like a knife. "Looks like becoming a little princess made you forget a lot. I thought you were head over heels for your boyfriend." Brielle struggled to make sense of it all, but the woman continued with a scoff. "Well, now that you're royalty, he's hardly in your league anymore."

Brielle stood there, ready to reply, when she saw a man approaching from a distance-Prince Arthur.

Dressed in a sharp black suit, Prince Arthur finally noticed Brielle. The bespectacled woman, clearly familiar with the prince, quickly made her exit but left a parting remark. "I took a picture of you two once. If you want it, it's in the classroom where we used to watch movies."

The school they were at was renowned for producing presidents, scientists, and royalty.

With that, she was gone.

Prince Arthur, now beside Brielle, offered a smile and an outstretched hand. Despite Brielle's reservations, something about him felt oddly direct.

"Ms. Brielle, care to join me for a stroll? The cafeteria's got a great selection of Australian cuisine. I'm friends with your brother, Dustin Lynch, after all," he said, dropping Dustin's name and hinting at the connections between their families.

After exchanging a few words, Brielle was ready to head into the school.

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