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.”

It’d be better to keep their entanglements strictly to

was already draining enough, and

together. He simply didn’t care. Adults all

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

she held was too

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

might as well continue setting a timebomb here with Max. She hoped when the bomb exploded,

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Chapter 12

many ventures-can you

her chin between his fingers, sensing the subtext in her

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 amounts, each just under the threshold that would require your personal approval. How much do you

departmental affairs meant she knew

on his first day, but the directors’ petty

from the French Empire era, beside Empire-style display cabinets adorned with British enamel tableware. The floors covered with $50,000

are

looking up and instructing someone in front, “Investigate this.” The billion-dollar building, supposedly

the building’s secrets 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 raid it then. You’d

apology, right? Ha. She’d

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