Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

**Personal issues? Romantic troubles? It seemed odd to discuss such matters with an assistant, yet here we were.**

Brielle was about to turn and greet Aubree when she overheard Ricardo saying, "Aubree hasn't had a good night's sleep in days. Let her rest; I'll only take an hour of your time."

With Ricardo and Aubree being the golden geese of the company, along with Keiran, their popularity was enough to dominate the entertainment industry. Naturally, Brielle couldn't afford to overlook them. "Alright, let's go."

Ricardo watched her step into the elevator, a fleeting, deep look crossing his eyes.

*So gullible.*

Had Aubree not let it slip, he wouldn't have known that Brielle's life experiences had somehow regressed a few years.

She was now just a recent college grad. Though she still had the same work ethic, she was undeniably too young.

Ricardo lowered his gaze, turning to look at the sunlight outside.

He remembered something Brielle had once said about standing in the sunlight. But was it really possible to stand in the sunlight?

This period felt like a beautiful dream, but all dreams must come to an end.

Inside the elevator, Brielle urged him, "Ricardo, what are you daydreaming about?"

Ricardo tossed his plastic cup into a nearby trash can, a youthful and sunny smile on his face.

"I'm coming."

window without a hint of suspicion, prompting him

then

time since I visited. Now that I've found my love, I should really pay him a visit, along with the kids at the orphanage." Ricardo, gripping the

*A pang of guilt.*

today, Mr. Haywood. How about

surprised. Ricardo, a star,

mirror again. "A friend of mine also came

orphanage. But when I got my first paycheck, it didn't even cross my mind. I feel so guilty." The drive to the orphanage was a

the drive, Ricardo suddenly stopped

stepping out for a

you have Mr. Dorsey's number? Give

refuse but took out her phone and dialed King's

to hang an ancient painting,

"Brielle?"

"King, I-"

before Ricardo took the

"Mr. Dorsey."

He called out.

narrowed, gently

"What's the matter?"

"I'm Ricardo."

"I can tell.

not to