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.

slipped a stack of cash on the counter, briefly

the

his first night, he had already handled a few rowdy, drunk patrons

for Beaconsfield's elite, and Bryan had caught the eye of many.

bold entrance, the dance floor's energy

however, were fixed

returning to his conversation with a woman who was blatantly propositioning him, offering a million a month

about half a million to dance with me on the dance

air and walked out from behind

led the woman into the pulsating lights of the dance floor,

a dance partner, and the two

feverish, and

the woman wrapped her arms around Bryan's neck, pulling him into a

his arms

waist, but his gaze was locked on Irene, who danced like a wild rose exuding a dangerously

sway of red wine, the

one, yet their

in that moment, their souls collided,