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

better to keep their

enough, and Max clearly played in a different

was her first time when they slept together. He simply

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

box she held was too

his embrace. They’d slept together. There was no point in

with Max. She hoped when the bomb

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Chapter 12

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

fingers, sensing

didn’t receive the approval contract overseas because they

departmental affairs meant she knew all about

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

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,

are

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

building’s secrets were exposed, Spencer would be in for it. Her

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

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

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