Master of his heart

Chapter 245

Standing by his side. Robert seemed to be struck with a bout of amnesia, as if he had completely forgotten how Brielle had cut ties with the Haywood family on her own accord. He approached her slowly, trying to bridge the gap between them, he even pointed to a spot nearby and said. “Bri, there’s an open seat over there. Fancy joining us?”

Brielle’s expression remained unchanged as she politely addressed him, “Mr. Robert.

Robert’s face stiffened for a moment, and he took a deep breath. “I do admit that I neglected. certain matters in the past. Maybe we could have a proper chat about it sometime, if you’re free.”

Brielle just smiled and without giving any regard to their expressions, she walked straight to the most central seat and sat down. Her position at Dorsey International certainly warranted such

a spot.

Connor, who had been blatantly ignored by Brielle from the get–go, felt his pride wounded and turned towards Robert. “Didn’t you say she was supposed to marry me?”

Robert had long lost interest in a nouveau riche like Connor, but given that Connor was indeed wealthy, he had to bear with him. If Brielle couldn’t keep Max on the hook, she would

said,

truly captivate Max. At the moment, it seemed she had the capability to do so. Between Max and Connor, he would naturally choose Max.

Max’s messages. By the end, Brielle bid a staggering four billion, far surpassing

rushed over, eager and flustered. “Bri, we’re bound to get married sooner or later, why sre you so distant? The bidding’s over. How about we go grab a bite? I’ve got reservations at the Starlight Restaurant. It’s got a great view

Brielle found it amusing and couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s still daylight, Mr.

and now angry, brought up the night of the Hatfield family banquet. “Didn’t you come on to me that night? Do I need to remind you of what happened? How can you deny it now? Brielle, everyone saw you that

by you, Mr. Robert? I

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you, Mr. Connor, not me. Surely we aren’t going to

tracks. He didn’t want to get involved, but now, with all eyes on

him off with a chuckle. “If you’re so keen on becoming in–laws with Mr. Connor, why not marry off Lillian instead? She’s your daughter. I’ll just sit here

erupted around them, leaving Connor and

new place. When she got home, it was quitting time. She lay on the couch until seven o’clock, dreaming about Max,