Master of his heart

Chapter 403

Max wiped his hands on the napkin, his gaze lifting to meet hers. “So, the bigwig from that underground poker den didn’t give you any trouble?”

Brielle didn’t need to elaborate. She could tell Max had a pretty good idea of the hand she’d played that night.

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“Nah, I did run into him, though. Is he from around Beaconsfield? Do you two know each other?” Max shook his head, his fingertips casually tracing the edge of his own glass. The gesture held no disrespect; rather, it was oddly captivating. “The casino doesn’t intersect with Dorsey International’s business. We’re not acquainted, just aware of each other’s circles.”

Hearing this, Brielle had a hunch that the man she had just met was more familiar with Max than he let on. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked those questions.

Upon reaching the Premier Palace, Brielle didn’t play coy about going home. It wasn’t her first time here, after all. She followed Max with the ease of familiarity, her curiosity getting the best of her. “Where were you tonight?”

went and spilled the beans about William’s stunt

smile. She’d expected Ryan to make a move, but not

bedroom, but once the door shut behind them, the room plunged into darkness. Guided only by the faint streetlights outside, Brielle could barely make out

was bare.

her heart leap into her throat with each of Max’s deliberate touches. It was as if he was clueless about the art of flirtation, yet every move he made was irresistibly stirring. She was about to tiptoe

cut to William’s influence, but was this really

too eager. She coughed softly, lowering her tiptoed

doing so, my own position is secured. William’s definitely harboring resentment towards Ryan. Their little tug–of–war might just keep

Sarah had left Brielle feeling vulnerable. If she couldn’t confront William head–on, then she’d have to