Master of his heart

Chapter 97

Andrew froze for a second, his reflexes kicking in as he swiftly turned off the speakerphone. Brielle was actually using Max’s phone to call

him?

Max was a man who prided himself on his privacy, always loathed anyone touching his personal belongings, and yet, here he was, letting her get away with this much.

Andrew was a moment too late; Alivia had already caught a snippet of Brielle’s voice. Her brows furrowed, doubt crept in. Had she misread the display? It definitely flashed Max’s name, but the voice emanating from it was unmistakably feminine.

And Andrew’s hasty move to silence the speakerphone only served to fan the flames of her suspicion. Her face cooled, fingers pinching the stem of the wine glass, silent, eyeing Andrew.

Andrew, trying to appear unfazed, continued, “What’s up?”

The corners of Brielle’s lips curled, “You promised me, Mr. Clements. You wouldn’t go back on your word, would you?”

by her cryptic

showed up. They mocked

left.”

Max was by her side, and he didn’t want to

at Brielle.

he complained about Max spoiling Brielle too much, especially

“They mocked your and

satisfied. You know, Mr. Clements, my face nearly got disfigured this time. And

felt his scalp tingle with irritation. Standing up from the couch, he walked towards

“Don’t think you can ride on Max’s current favor, Brielle. Save yourself some future trouble. What if Max gets tired of you? Do

get her

of Uncle

clearer. He lit up a cigarette,

over, poking Max’s shoulder, “Uncle Max, say something.”