Master of his heart

Chapter 651

Chapter 651

The somber mood that had enveloped the office dissipated in an instant, replaced by a warmth akin to an early spring day in March.

Max looked up, catching the gaze of the senior executive who had just walked in. The HR Director started to detail the tasks ahead with businesslike precision. Once the official matters were wrapped up, he complimented the scarf again. The compliment lingered in the air as he left, leaving behind an ambiance as balmy as a spring breeze.

Patrick had been standing right beside Max the whole time, silently taking mental notes of the cunning the old fox wielded. It was no wonder this man had managed to keep his seat as Director for so long. Even at an age where most were considering retirement, Max hadn’t suggested he step down.

Beyond his evident skill, the man was truly a master of diplomacy and charm.

Patrick breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of the events, Max was in good spirits now, and the morning’s oppressive atmosphere, which had nearly crushed him, had lifted. He had been on the verge of calling Brielle for backup, but remembering Max’s directive to keep this issue from her, he decided against it. Little did he know, Brielle’s former colleague had already filled her in on the situation.

At the moment, Brielle was feeling anything but cheerful as she drove to the neighborhood where John had lived. She made her way down the alley and up to John’s residence.

hard at work, but Aubree was nowhere to be seen. She quickly sought out John to

the place needs a good clean. She hasn’t been feeling well lately, and I didn’t want to force her to stay here. Seems like she comes from a well–off family. She booked a

were needed on set that day. Aubree had intended to come and observe, but memories of that horrible night in Beaconsfield

been on the verge of calling an ambulance when Ricardo intervened, insisting

but Ricardo seemed too pristine, hardly the type to take advantage of someone vulnerable. Given that Aubree appeared comfortable with Ricardo, John didn’t

Ricardo, but his phone lay on the table in the hotel bathroom, vibrating

maybe I should call a therapist for you,” Ricardo suggested with a

in knots. She had tried to forget that night, but it was impossible. Returning to Beaconsfield had made her unwell, and she

phones were unanswered, leaving Brielle worried. Even thought she was confident that Aubree would be safe with Ricardo by her side, she couldn’t help but fret about Andrew, that mad dog on the lookout for Aubree. If he learned

hoped Andrew’s wounds would become

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