Chapter 67

Max lowered his head towards the laptop, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keys. Even in the confines of a luxury car, he was still engaged in a video conference with the executives back home.

Noticing Brielle’s movement, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he whispered, “Quiet down, will you?”

He had already muted the microphone on his end. He could hear the corporate bigwigs’ reports, but they couldn’t catch a peep from his side.

Brielle’s heart felt like it had been struck by something, regretting her impulsiveness. She tried to stealthily withdraw her hand, but he caught it and pressed it against the leather

seat.

There was warmth on one side, coolness on the other this extreme intimacy brewing in the dim light. Her remaining rationale was nearly exhausted.

she quickly propped her head up with one hand and pretended to gaze out the window. The

to crush a fly. After a moment, his face contorted indescribably, “Brielle, have you no

her antics, it was clear how slutty she could

private.

probably wouldn’t have ended up with Uncle

his face cycling through various shades before he finally

hadn’t said

while before feeling unbearably stifled. “Max, how

who of the wealthy, and surely many would be

look down and trample the city’s glitz underfoot. If it were a snowy winter’s night, the view

infamy in the North American elite circles

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