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?”

eyes. If she asked, you’d probably say yes.” Everyone in the Barnes family did seem to revolve

task, but it wasn’t to use the script to

Brielle was puzzled. The wine was so delicious she couldn’t help but indulge in

“To seduce you.”

hard her face turned crimson, and tears

a few stray strands framing her face. Now her ear tips were reddened from the coughing, her eyes shimmered like a lake at

happy with whatever Michael arranged? Why send her own

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

to use the restroom.”

the table and opened the door of the private booth, heading

sight of a man resembling Max passing by on the other side. Her steps

booth. Whether it was the wine’s aftereffect or her vision blurring, she couldn’t be sure. Peering through the slim gap between the booth’s door and its

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of the photos her colleagues had shown her earlier. The woman’s outfit was identical to the

instinctively wanted to flee, but she heard a man’s sneering laugh from inside. “Mr. Dorsey, you sure know how to live it up, coming to a place like

rested on Annie’s head, his tone

a teaching position at 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

into Max’s embrace, responded coldly to that insinuation. 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

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