Master of his heart

Chapter 12

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.”

Max’s stamina, I’m sure I won’t be able to leave.” She held

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

draining enough, and Max clearly played in a

it was her first time when they slept together. He simply didn’t care. Adults all knew the rules; it

arched an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at his lips because of her words. His gaze dropped to the box in her arms. His cool fingertips clasped her

box she held was too conspicuous to go

into his embrace. They’d slept together. There was no point in feigning modesty now. “Yeah,

here with Max. She hoped when the bomb exploded,

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Chapter 12

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

sensing the subtext in her words,

the approval contract overseas because they split the total investment into

affairs meant she

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

an antique 18th-century screen and a set of vintage vases. Every chair is a peach wood piece from the French Empire era, beside Empire-style display cabinets adorned with British enamel tableware. The floors covered

are

in front, “Investigate this.” The billion-dollar

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

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

apology, right? Ha. She’d use

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