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."

the wheel himself. Through the rearview mirror, he noticed Brielle looking out the window without a hint of suspicion, prompting him to ask. "Mr. Haywood, do you remember Mark from

paused, then lowered her

been a long 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 steering

*A pang of guilt.*

Mr. Haywood. How about I join

surprised. Ricardo, a star, knew

of mine

I'm making money, I should have immediately thought to donate to the 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 long one, given its location on the

into the drive, Ricardo suddenly

he was stepping out for a smoke, but

you have Mr. Dorsey's number? Give him a

refuse but took out her phone and

hang an ancient painting, softened

"Brielle?"

"King, I-"

before Ricardo took the

"Mr. Dorsey."

He called out.

eyes narrowed, gently placing the painting

"What's the matter?"

"I'm Ricardo."

"I can tell.

you not