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.”

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

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

Spencer was already draining enough, and

time when they slept together. He simply didn’t care. Adults

of her words. His gaze dropped to the box in her arms. His cool fingertips clasped her

your job?” The box she held was too conspicuous

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

she was resigning anyway, she might as well continue setting a timebomb here with Max. She hoped when the bomb exploded, Spencer would be

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you handle

chin between his fingers, sensing the subtext in her

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

in departmental affairs meant she

accounts on his first day, but the directors’ petty theft was just a drop in the bucket

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 with $50,000 Persian carpets. For a research building, why the need for

are

The billion-dollar building, supposedly a research center, was probably just a

eyes curved in satisfaction. Once the building’s secrets were exposed, Spencer would be in for it.

calls it the ‘Friday Night Decadence Club.’ You

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