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

Emily showed up. They mocked me a

left.”

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

at Brielle.

about Max spoiling Brielle too much,

seething, his facial muscles tensed, “They mocked your

got disfigured this time. And I even broke

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

to the exit, his tone harsher, “Don’t think you can ride on Max’s current favor, Brielle. Save yourself some

him would get

promise in front of Uncle

He lit up a cigarette, chuckling with a hint of venom in his eyes, “Is Max

glanced over, poking Max’s shoulder, “Uncle Max,