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?”

family. Ryan went and spilled the beans about William’s stunt

lips twitched into a wry 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 Max’s silhouette. His fingers traced a path from her neck down

was bare.

breath, feeling 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 up for a kiss when she heard him say, “Father. demoted William and instructed me to call Ryan back to Dorsey International to take over some of

cut to William’s influence, but was this really

too eager. She coughed softly, lowering her tiptoed stance.

own position is secured. William’s definitely harboring resentment towards Ryan. Their little tug–of–war might just keep him from scheming against me for a

she couldn’t confront William head–on, then she’d have to play the long game, letting others