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

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

already draining enough, and Max clearly

together. He simply

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

she held was too conspicuous to go

There was no point in

here with Max.

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Chapter 12

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

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

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 smaller amounts, each just

departmental affairs meant she

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

that building. 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

are

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

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

it the ‘Friday Night Decadence Club.’ You should raid it then. You’d catch

waiting for her apology, right? Ha.

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