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

better to keep their entanglements strictly to the bedroom. Otherwise,

draining enough, and Max clearly played

slept together. He simply didn’t

because of her words. His gaze dropped to the box in

job?” The box she held was

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

she might as well continue setting a timebomb here with Max. She

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so many ventures-can you handle them all? There’s

her chin between his fingers, sensing the subtext in

receive the approval contract overseas because they split the total investment into smaller amounts, each just under the threshold that would require your personal

affairs meant she knew

directors’ petty

The entrance boasts an antique 18th-century screen and a 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

are

watched her quietly for a while before looking up and instructing someone in front, “Investigate this.” The

curved in satisfaction. Once the building’s secrets were exposed, Spencer would be in for it. Her gloominess at losing her job

Friday. Spencer calls it the ‘Friday Night Decadence

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

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