Master of his heart

Chapter 59

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?”

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

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

met Max’s from the front row. Her pupils shrank, and she quickly tried to lower her

was indifferent, with a slight curve at his lips. His eyes trailed over her waist. before he subtly gestured to the seat beside him. He was

but then, with a casual air, he walked over

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seat separating him from

and needles. “Uncle Max.” She called out quietly, nervously trying to explain in a hushed

head in surprise, “What did you

silence him. She managed to keep a straight face, all survival

conservatively designed, with gathered lace sleeves that exuded elegance. With each step she took, the fishtail hem of her dress fluttered, adorned

reach through the fabric and

on the other side of Max, cold and

uttered a word from

domineering presence of the three men silenced Brielle, who sat with a rigid back, trying