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.”

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

and

never asked if it was her first time when they slept together. He simply didn’t care. Adults all knew the rules; it was unreasonable to

smirk tugging at his lips because of her words. His gaze dropped to the box in her arms. His cool

The box she held was

and leaned into his embrace. They’d slept together. There was no

here with Max. She hoped when the bomb exploded, Spencer would be able to

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Chapter 12

International has so many ventures-can you

chin between his fingers, sensing

a fortune. You probably didn’t receive the approval contract overseas because they split the total investment into smaller amounts, each just under the threshold that would require your personal approval. How much do you think

negligence in departmental affairs meant she knew all about

the company’s public accounts on his first day, but the directors’ petty theft was just a drop in the bucket compared to what could

vases. Every chair is a peach wood piece from the French Empire era, beside Empire-style display cabinets adorned

are

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

Spencer would be in

it the ‘Friday

right? Ha.

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