Master of his heart

Chapter 538

If she complained of a stomach ache, claiming she wasn’t feeling well, Max would never leave her to suffer alone. And she made sure to emphasize New Year’s Eve, which would naturally remind him that she was all by herself.

Brielle stood quietly waiting for his text, and sure enough, within three minutes, a message popped up. [Why aren’t you eating?]

He was finally willing to respond.

When Brielle first got her hooks into him, she did it by being shameless. She had definitely messed up tonight, and if you messed up, you owned up to it and sweet–talked your way back into favor.

Men and women were the same in that regard.

[Yes, I deserve it. Don’t be mad, okay? Stellar Stage Entertainment is tough to handle, but I’ve got you, right? With Mr. Dorsey on my side, how could I not succeed?] A little flattery could extinguish even the greatest of rages.

[Cut the crap.]

Staring at the message, Brielle paused for a few seconds. Why did it feel like their roles had been reversed? Max was often easy to appease, but sometimes, he could be quite the challenge.

looking for you, which means the scarf I’m knitting will have to wait. I could’ve finished it tonight, watching the fireworks outside,

the message, she realized how brazen she had been when she first started hanging

just as Brielle thought he wouldn’t respond again, a new

was at Premier

a sigh of relief, put down her phone, and headed towards where her car was

furrowed with undisguised disgust as she pretended not to see him and

stood there, watching her go,

to close the car door, Spencer made his move, yanking it open. Brielle’s expression darkened, her

“I’m getting married.”

Hat got to do

desperately “Brielle, Uncle Max said you never really liked me to that true? His eyes. burning like branding irons seemed to scorch her skin. Brielle did not enjoy such gazes.

there to like about you?”

a man’s worthiness was the ultimate insult

his eyes bloodshot as he glared at her. So, this was

a deep breath, his madness intensifying–probably stirred by the words she had spoken in front

What a joke.

for over a decade and never cared for him. She