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.”

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

be better to keep their entanglements strictly to the bedroom. Otherwise, she feared she

draining enough, and Max

Max never asked if it was her first time when they slept together. He simply didn’t care. Adults

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

box she held was too

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

setting a timebomb here with Max. She hoped when the bomb exploded, Spencer would be able to withstand

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Chapter 12

you handle them all? There’s so much opportunity for

chin between his fingers, sensing the subtext in her words, “Like

Spencer and the other directors built it specifically for new product development. It cost a fortune. You probably didn’t receive the approval contract overseas because they split the total investment into

in departmental affairs meant she

directors’ petty theft was just a drop

vases. Every chair is a peach wood piece from the French Empire era, beside Empire-style

are

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

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

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

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

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