Master of his heart

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He didn’t really want to discuss it in front of Max. Max wasn’t keen on prying either. Sensing his reluctance, he just went back to perusing his documents.

The car swiftly pulled up in front of the grand building, where numerous media outlets had already gathered.

However, they were kept at bay behind barricades, with not a single reporter allowed near. Only the relentless flashing of cameras lit up the scene.

Neither Max nor Andrew enjoyed making appearances at such events, so the car took a detour on the red carpet and eventually parked in a private lot.

Inside the lobby, a crowd had already formed, flanked by waist-high partitions. Consultants in sharp suits were on their phones, updating their far-flung employers about the auction’s live bids. At auctions of this magnitude, collectors who couldn’t make it in

via live person would send trusted consultants to bid on their behalf, keeping in touch feeds.

Andrew and Max were seated next to each other, and after scanning the room full of suited consultants, Andrew chuckled, “This bidding war is insane. It’ll take at least 300 million for Michael to get his hands on what he wants.”

The auction of Eternal Whispers was bound to attract covetous glances, but there was something even more significant on the roster tonight, although the organizers were keeping it under wraps.

“Max, any idea what the big secret item the organizers haven’t disclosed might be?”

was usually a disadvantage for the organizers to delay revealing an item, but this time, no matter who

in the North American circuit, but after a glance at Brielle, he chose not to stop in front of the paparazzi’s lenses. Once inside the venue, many greeted him, and then their gaze fell on Brielle. She didn’t seem intimidated, but as she passed through the

the front row. Her pupils shrank, and she quickly tried to lower

trailed over her waist. before he subtly gestured to the seat

exchange and frowned, but then, with a casual air, he walked over

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one seat separating him

needles. “Uncle Max.” She called out quietly, nervously trying

his head in surprise, “What did you call him? I

keep a straight face, all survival instincts on

that exuded elegance. With each step she took,

the fingertips on her wrist. could reach through the fabric and touch her skin. The warmth spread, making

the other side

word from

who sat with a rigid back, trying