Chapter 12

But by 10 p.m., Brielle hadn’t sent a message. Spencer felt uneasy, as if something was slipping out of control. Yet, thinking of the Haywoods’ attitude towards him, which was like they’d gladly gift-wrap Brielle and deliver her to his bed, a flicker of relief crossed his eyes. After all, Brielle would have to give in eventually.

Brielle packed her belongings, printed her resignation letter, and left it on her desk. Then, with a box in her arms, she descended to the lobby.

No sooner had she steadied herself than a blinding light shone on her. She raised her hand to shield her eyes and turned to see a familiar license plate.

Her first thought was whether this man wanted her again. After all, there was hardly any other reason he would seek her out.

The car slowly approached and came to a halt The door opened. Brielle, still clutching the box, bent down to peer inside and, sure enough, saw the man in a suit, looking a

ras dazzling as a painting but just too cold.

“Uncle Max,” she called out without any intention of joining him. She really wasn’t in the mood tonight.

Max’s fingertips lightly played with the rosary on his wrist, his demeanor indifferent. After a long pause, he softly commanded, “Get in.”

stamina, I’m sure I

to create a promiscuous persona around Max. It’d be better to keep their entanglements strictly to the

was already draining enough, and Max clearly played in

her first time when they slept together. He simply didn’t care.

His gaze dropped to the box in her arms. His cool fingertips clasped her wrist and forcefully

she held was too conspicuous to go

his embrace. They’d slept together. There was no point in feigning modesty now. “Yeah, I’ve been cast aside after serving my

a timebomb here with Max. She hoped when the bomb exploded, Spencer would

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has so many ventures-can you handle them all? There’s so much opportunity for

sensing the subtext

Dorsey International? Spencer and the other directors built it specifically for new product development. It cost a fortune. You probably didn’t receive the approval contract overseas because they split the total investment into smaller

in departmental affairs meant

on his first day, but the directors’ petty theft was

the French Empire era, beside Empire-style display cabinets adorned with British enamel tableware. The

are

this.” The billion-dollar building, supposedly a research center, was probably just a playground for those directors. It was well

in satisfaction. Once the building’s secrets were exposed, Spencer would be in for it. Her gloominess

every Friday. Spencer calls it the ‘Friday Night Decadence

waiting for her apology, right? Ha. She’d use Max to dismantle

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