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.”

sure I won’t be able to leave.” She held the

be better to keep their entanglements strictly to the bedroom. Otherwise, she feared

already draining enough, and Max

they slept together. He simply didn’t care. Adults all knew the

His gaze dropped to the box in her arms.

she held was too conspicuous to

slept together. There was no

anyway, she might as well continue setting a timebomb here with Max. She

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Chapter 12

International has so many ventures-can you handle them all?

sensing the subtext in her

the building not far from 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

departmental affairs meant she knew all about these

directors’ petty theft was just a drop

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

are

for a while before looking up and instructing someone in front, “Investigate this.” The billion-dollar building, supposedly a research center, was probably just a playground for those

were exposed, Spencer would be in for it. Her gloominess

they hold a party there every Friday. Spencer calls it the ‘Friday Night Decadence Club.’ You should

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

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