Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1409

Jules was doing her best to keep up with King, hanging on his every word and action like he was the most fascinating person on Earth. If King tossed even a tiny bait into the water, she'd be right there, showering him with praise as if he'd just discovered electricity. However, the fish were far from impressed by Jules's gushing, darting away at the last moment each time she spoke up. This happened not once, not twice, but three times. Yet, Jules didn't seem to realize she might be a bit intrusive, eagerly peppering him with questions about relationships. "Mr. Haywood and Samuel seem to get along great. It looks like she really takes care of him. When Mr. Haywood is with you, Mr. Dorsey, do you guys have interesting things to chat about?"

"I heard Mr. Haywood was quite a big shot in the welfare world ages ago. You two must have some generational differences, right?"

"It seems her main talent is being book smart, only recently recognized by the Lynch family. Before that, she was just like the rest of us."

In just three sentences, Jules managed to undermine all of Brielle's impressive traits.

"Have you had enough?" King asked, his voice calm but with a weight in his gaze that made Jules feel like she couldn't meet his eyes. She shifted uncomfortably.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

King chuckled lightly and tossed his fishing line back out. "Just like the rest of us? Were you always at the top of your class? Did you get into Beaconsfield College as a valedictorian and keep that up? Is that what you mean by 'just like us'?" Jules's face turned crimson at his question.

school did you graduate from? Let's see if

young, completely unaware of how tough it was to maintain academic excellence. King's words were sharp and left her speechless, tears of frustration welling up. Who's to say those top grades weren't the

the live stream audience was equally

really cares for Brielle. Jules was being a nuisance, and he didn't react

pressure just went up.

before Brielle

by the

Beaconsfield College was already

vel

her. She must be extraordinary. How dare Jules compare Brielle to an average

for someone not even twenty, and that Max's reaction was out of line. The

the sight of the ripe fruit. It was a new and exciting experience for her. Samuel, too anxious to let

take care

set her basket down. "No worries,