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.”

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

a promiscuous persona around Max. It’d be better to keep their entanglements strictly to the bedroom. Otherwise, she

was already draining enough, and Max clearly played in

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

at his lips because of her words. His gaze dropped to the

box she held was too conspicuous to

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

was resigning anyway, she might as well continue setting a timebomb here with Max.

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Chapter 12

many ventures-can you handle them all?

his fingers, sensing

It cost a fortune. You probably didn’t receive the approval contract overseas because they split the total investment into smaller amounts, each just

departmental affairs meant she knew all

mentioned the company’s public accounts on his first day, but the directors’ petty theft

peach wood piece from the French Empire era, beside Empire-style

are

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

Spencer would be

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

her apology, right? Ha. She’d use Max

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