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?”

frowned, puzzled by

Emily showed up. They mocked

left.”

Max was by her side,

at Brielle.

Brielle too much, especially

facial muscles tensed, “They mocked

know, Mr. Clements, my face nearly got disfigured this time. And I even broke my leg. Uncle

the nerve of her. Andrew felt his scalp tingle with irritation. Standing up from the couch, he walked towards the door, voice lowered, “What

can ride on Max’s current favor, Brielle. Save yourself some future trouble. What if Max gets tired of you? Do you really want to

get her anything good.

you make a promise in front of Uncle Max himself? What’s

private room, the surrounding quietness making his voice even clearer. He lit up a cigarette, chuckling with a hint of venom in his eyes, “Is

shoulder, “Uncle Max, say