Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Standing by his side. Robert seemed to be struck with a bout of amnesia, as if he had completely forgotten how Brielle had cut ties with the Haywood family on her own accord. He approached her slowly, trying to bridge the gap between them, he even pointed to a spot nearby and said. “Bri, there’s an open seat over there. Fancy joining us?”

Brielle’s expression remained unchanged as she politely addressed him, “Mr. Robert.

Robert’s face stiffened for a moment, and he took a deep breath. “I do admit that I neglected. certain matters in the past. Maybe we could have a proper chat about it sometime, if you’re free.”

Brielle just smiled and without giving any regard to their expressions, she walked straight to the most central seat and sat down. Her position at Dorsey International certainly warranted such

a spot.

Connor, who had been blatantly ignored by Brielle from the get–go, felt his pride wounded and turned towards Robert. “Didn’t you say she was supposed to marry me?”

Robert had long lost interest in a nouveau riche like Connor, but given that Connor was indeed wealthy, he had to bear with him. If Brielle couldn’t keep Max on the hook, she would

undoubtedly end up marrying Connor. So he endured and said, “Mr. Connor, what’s the rush? You can’t rush perfection.”

Robert needed to see if Brielle could truly captivate Max. At the moment, it seemed she had the capability to do so. Between Max and Connor, he would naturally choose Max.

The bidding conference dragged on for four hours, and it had been ten hours since Brielle hadn’t replied to Max’s messages. By the end, Brielle bid a staggering four billion, far surpassing the others, and secured the project.

As she got up to leave. Connor rushed over, eager and flustered. “Bri, we’re bound to get married sooner or later, why sre you so distant? The bidding’s over. How about we go grab a bite? I’ve got reservations at the Starlight Restaurant. It’s got a great view of the Beaconsfield skyline.”

“Marriage?” Brielle found it amusing and couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s still daylight, Mr. Connor. Are you still dreaming?”

Those around them overheard and joined in the laughter, murmuring among themselves. Connor, feeling even more embarrassed and now angry, brought up the night of the Hatfield family banquet. “Didn’t you come on to me that night? Do I need to remind you of what happened? How can you deny it now? Brielle, everyone saw you that night. I doubt any other man would have you.”

Brielle glanced over at Robert who was about to leave and couldn’t help but call out. “Was this marriage promise made by you, Mr. Robert? I recall publicly announcing my break from the Haywood family. The Haywood family has no say in my marriage. And about that night, there

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were so many witnesses. It was Lillian who got cozy with you, Mr. Connor, not me. Surely we aren’t going to tell blatant lies and make me take the fall for the Haywood family heiress.”

Robert, who had been about to leave, stopped in his tracks. He didn’t want to get involved, but now, with all eyes on him, he had no choice but to respond. “Bri, about that…”

Brielle cut him off with a chuckle. “If you’re so keen on becoming in–laws with Mr. Connor, why not marry off Lillian instead? She’s your daughter. I’ll just sit here and wish the happy couple all the best.”

Laughter erupted around them, leaving Connor and Robert with pale faces.

Brielle, unfazed, headed to the parking lot. She handed her documents to her colleagues and decided to head back to her new place. When she got home, it was quitting time. She lay on the couch until seven o’clock, dreaming about Max, realizing she did miss him after all.

Just as her dream reached a crucial moment, her phone rang. Picking it up, she saw it was Max, stirring a mix of dream and reality.

“Brielle, open the door.”

Startled, Brielle walked to the door with a mix of disbelief. As she opened it, Max strode in. casually hanging his suit jacket on the coat rack.

Brielle was a bit stunned. “How did you-”

Before she could finish, she was swept up in his arms and pressed onto the couch. As he kissed her breathless, she turned her head slightly and murmured, “Max?”

She couldn’t help but cup his face, noticing the redness in his eyes. He must have rushed back overnight.

“Finished with your business abroad?”

Max nodded and started to lift her skirt. Brielle’s cheeks flushed, it was the first time she had seen him so eager. She averted her eyes, nervously licking her lips.

Max watched her, then suddenly bit her lip. That heartless girl.

Brielle’s heart fluttered, and her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. From NôvelDrama.Org.

Max was about to continue when his phone rang. He frowned, tossed the phone aside, and went back to kissing Brielle.

The ringing was giving Brielle a headache, and she gently pushed him, “It might be work, you should take it.”

But Max just held her closer and headed to the bedroom. His towering height of nearly six feet three made her seem all the more delicate, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his neck, flushed with a deep red.