Master of his heart

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.”

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

persona around Max. It’d be better to keep their

draining enough, and Max clearly played in a different

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

lips because of her words. His gaze dropped to the box in her arms. His cool

The box she held was too conspicuous to go

They’d slept together. There was no point in feigning modesty now. “Yeah, I’ve been cast

might as well continue setting a timebomb here with Max. She hoped when

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Chapter 12

International has so many ventures-can you

between his fingers, sensing

you noticed 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 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

negligence in departmental affairs meant she knew

day, but the directors’ petty theft was just a

piece from the French Empire era, beside Empire-style display cabinets adorned with British enamel tableware. The floors covered with $50,000 Persian carpets. For a research building, why the

are

front, “Investigate this.” The billion-dollar building, supposedly

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

calls it the ‘Friday Night Decadence Club.’ You should raid it

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