Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1370

Brielle could barely hold back her laughter. Seriously, could kids get any more hilariously sneaky? Isaac, with the cunning of a seasoned prankster, pushed an entire plate of broccoli towards King.

"Daddy, your favorite, eat up!"

King felt a headache coming on.

Brielle, ever the peacekeeper, slid the plate towards herself. "I'll eat it, little cricket. You have something else."

But King wasn't about to let her suffer through eating those dreaded greens. Swiftly, he grabbed the plate and dumped it into the nearby trash can.

Brielle arched an eyebrow, catching King's mumbled excuse, "Must've been a mix-up in the kitchen. Better not risk it, might give you a stomachache." Talk about being stubborn.

Men and their pride, she thought.

Later that night, at Tequila Sunset.

Irene strutted in, rocking a dangerously short skirt that flaunted her long legs.

As soon as she walked in, her eyes locked onto Bryan, the bartender, dressed in the bar's sleek black uniform, mixing a drink for a woman at the counter.

stack of cash on the

pocketing the

air of elegance, and on his first night, he had already handled a

caught the eye of many. Yet, whether through overt flirting

bold entrance, the dance floor's energy surged, attracting whistles from many

however, were fixed

a woman who was blatantly propositioning him, offering a million a month for his companionship.

"How about half a million to

with a nonchalant air and walked out from behind

the pulsating lights of the dance floor, now charged with an even more

dance partner, and the two

dim, feverish, and

her arms around Bryan's neck, pulling

reciprocated, his

was locked on Irene, who

sway of red wine, the

closely with a stranger the other kissed one, yet their gazes intertwined,

that moment,