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

showed up.

left.”

quietly. He couldn’t quite figure out if Max was by her side, and he didn’t want to tarnish the brotherhood by

at Brielle.

much, especially

his facial muscles tensed, “They mocked your and

I wasn’t satisfied. You know, Mr. Clements, my face nearly got disfigured this

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

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

would get her anything

a promise in front of Uncle Max himself? What’s this, a

had now left the private room, the surrounding quietness making his voice even clearer. He lit up a cigarette, chuckling with a

shoulder,