Master of his heart

Chapter 661

Chapter 661

She took a sip of the fruit wine, and her eyes sparkled. “Is this the house special, brewed by the owner

himself?”

Kenzo raised an eyebrow, observing her fingertips resting on the glass. The cozy warmth of the room, combined with the pleasure of a favored drink, left her content as a cat curled up in a sunbeam.

She was pristine and poised. Persian cats were known for their standoffish nature, after all.

*Sure, join me for dinner and the script is yours.”

Brielle blinked, hastily setting down her glass. “I can’t just accept that. I’ll pay you whatever the highest bid from the other companies was. I know you’re not hurting for money, but taking this script for nothing wouldn’t sit right with me. I’d feel awkward coming to you for business again.”

“There’s always a next time for business, but my terms might change by then,” Kenzo’s gaze drifted to her fingertips lying gently on the edge of the table. She probably wasn’t used to being in such close quarters with men. Initially tense, her fingers were tight, but after a bit of wine and their long acquaintance, she had relaxed. Her fingertips lightly touched the table, her face adorned with a smile.

“You’re not here on behalf of your sister, are you? Like, asking me to break up with Max or something?”

Kenzo chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischievous amusement. “Do I seem like that kind of guy to you?”

apple of your eyes. If she asked, you’d probably say

to use the script to get

was so delicious

“To seduce you.”

her face turned crimson, and tears nearly spilled from

her hair neatly tucked behind her ears with a few stray strands framing her face. Now her ear tips were reddened from the coughing, her eyes shimmered like a lake at sunrise, and

figured Alivia must have lost her mind. Why couldn’t she just be happy with

words from Kenzo sent a shock through Brielle as intense as when her colleagues caught her kissing Max that

need to

glass on the table and opened the door of the private booth, heading down

passing by on the other side. Her steps faltered. Max was supposed to be finding Annie, so what was

the

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reason she was sure it was Annie was because of the photos her colleagues had shown her earlier. The woman’s outfit was identical to the one in

“Mr. Dorsey, you sure know how to live it up, coming to a place like

on Annie’s head, his tone nonchalant.

Harvard. No wonder you’re so protective. But then, I’ve also heard that Miss Annie isn’t your real preference, Mr. Dorsey. Or is that girl just a stand–in for someone

Standing outside, Brielle could almost imagine it was her voice that she heard. “I’ve known Max for over a decade: That woman looks a bit like me, but that’s the only reason he fell for her so easily. I don’t mind his fleeting affair.”

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