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?”

the apple of your eyes. If she asked, you’d probably say yes.” Everyone

did give me a task, but it wasn’t to use the script to get you

so delicious she couldn’t

“To seduce you.”

her face turned

ear tips were reddened from the coughing, her eyes shimmered like a lake at sunrise, and even her fingertips had taken on

lost her mind. Why couldn’t she just be happy with whatever Michael arranged? Why send her own brother to seduce someone?

those words from Kenzo sent a shock through Brielle as intense as when her colleagues caught her kissing Max that morning. To make matters more awkward, her sweater was now damp with spilled

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of the private booth, heading down the hall to

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

another 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 small window, she saw Max sitting on the center–most

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her colleagues had shown her earlier. The woman’s outfit was identical to the one in

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 this for a dame. You rejected all those women I sent you way back when and

head, his tone nonchalant. “Murray, times change.”

out this time. “I hear Miss Annie has secured a teaching position at Harvard. No wonder you’re so protective. But then, I’ve also heard

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 bit like me, but that’s the only reason he fell for her

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