Master of his heart

Chapter 98

Andrew’s world seemed to momentarily shatter as he took a deep drag of his cigarette, annoyance edging his voice, “Max, you’re just gonna let her reel you in like that?”

Brielle gasped for air, freed from his grip. It wasn’t her seducing Max at this point; he had been the one to lean in for the kiss.

Talk about a misunderstanding.

Max’s fingers grazed her cheek as he reached for his phone. As he was about to speak, Brielle’s lips silenced him again. If Andrew was accusing her of seduction, she might as well own up to it.

When the kiss finally broke, she noticed the call was still connected and curiously asked, “Mr. Clements, you haven’t hung up yet??”

Andrew was lighting his third cigarette, snorting coldly, “I just wanted to see how shameless you could be.”

Brielle’s lips twitched, finding humor in the situation. Was this tarnishing Max’s reputation?

had no intention of performing for anyone over the phone, Mr. Clements. Perhaps you should focus on how you’ll follow through

flashed in Andrew’s eyes as he growled, “Nobody dares to threaten me like

barely faded when Max intervened, “Stop scaring her all

but quickly got irritated again, “Fine, I’m not

burn. Max’s sudden

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couldn’t help but glance at him. His garen were to d detached,

ached, and she averted her gaze. His prevca was bindig like the sun’s rays, intense and overpowering. He confined be made her greedy for more. His gaze was chilly, but

background, but Brielle couldnt make out his words–it was probably something about making

were in her grip, her inner turmoil raging like a storm at ses,

got an international conference

her heated calm Brielle felt as if he had stripped away her warmth as

in control, eager one second and indifferent the next, as if he could walk away at any moment, without a