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

persona around Max. It’d be better to keep their entanglements strictly to the bedroom. Otherwise, she feared she might one day fall too

was already draining enough, and

it was her first time when they slept together. He simply didn’t

her words. His gaze dropped to the box in her

she held was

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

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

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you handle

his fingers, sensing the subtext in

You probably didn’t receive the approval contract overseas because they

meant she knew all about these

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

the French

are

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

building’s secrets were exposed, Spencer would

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

for her apology, right? Ha. She’d

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