Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle, unusually silenced by the retort, it seemed like they indeed knew that she was somehow connected to Spencer’s kidnapping.

And what about the relocation?

She decided to lay her cards on the table. “I stashed Spencer in the bathroom, planning to have a friend help move him, but he has disappeared.”

Patrick exhaled in relief, glad that Ms. Brielle hadn’t lost her memory.

“It was someone arranged by Mr. Dorsey, because Ryan was closing in on the hotel quickly. Mr. Dorsey had Spencer moved, and all your surveillance traces were wiped clean, Ms. Brielle. Don’t worry, Ryan won’t be able to trace it back to you.”

Receiving a concrete answer from him, Brielle didn’t quite know how to react. So Max knew everything from the start, including how many lies had she spun?

Even just now, he definitely knew she went to the hotel to move Spencer. Looking back, that conversation seemed like a joke. Her defenses must have looked like clownish antics to him.

“Ms. Brielle, the Haywood family’s major clients have been nearly poached clean. I expect the Haywoods will be reaching out to you soon. Brace yourself for that.”

Right now, Brielle couldn’t care less about the Haywood family. Her mind was preoccupied with Max.

What to do? He must be angry. How could she earn his forgiveness?

Between her and Spencer, Max chose her without hesitation, only to be repaid with her deceit. Brielle’s mind was like a roller coaster plummeting downhill, leaving nothing but a blank slate and the echoes of her soul’s cries.

She didn’t even want to think about where Max might have moved Spencer. He must have taken him to a covert, secure place.

Ryan would certainly not find him; he didn’t even know who had taken his son. After all, the Dorsey family had called the police and despite the large turnout, they fourtd nothing. In Ryan’s eyes, this wasn’t something a small fry like Brielle could pull off.

This cleared Brielle of suspicion while also ensuring Ryan wouldn’t act rashly.

Brielle tasted bitterness, knowing all this was because Max had helped her. She just wanted to find Max.

“Where’s Max going tonight?”

“He’s probably at Premier Palace.”

Patrick wasn’t too sure since he hadn’t returned yet. And with Brielle coming to him for an answer, who knew what trouble had brewed between them. As an outsider, he didn’t dare

meddle too much in their affairs.

Brielle hung up, grabbed her cane that rested beside her, and headed out the door. Unable to drive with her injured leg, she hailed a cab to Premier Palace.

Forty minutes later, she was at the entrance of Premier Palace. As she entered the lobby, she found Wesley polishing antiques in the hallway. His eyes flickered with surprise upon seeing her.

Brielle scanned the room but didn’t spot Max.

“Wesley, where’s Max?” She didn’t call him Mr. Dorsey this time, but Max, signifying a closeness that surpassed the need for formal titles.

“Mr. Dorsey left a few minutes ago. Must’ve had an appointment.”

*Any idea where he went?”

Wesley shook his head.

Left with no other choice, Brielle continued on her way out, leaning on her cane. Wesley, seeing her struggle, advised, “Ms. Brielle, you should rest that leg. An infection would only make things worse.”

Brielle would’ve loved to rest, but making amends with Max was her priority.

Wesley caught up to her, “I can have the driver take you, Ms. Brielle. Just tell him where you want to go.”

Accepting the offer since cabs were inconvenient, she got in the car but hesitated before calling

Kenzo.

Kenzo raised an eyebrow as he saw the caller ID and glanced at Andrew.

Andrew, sensing something, scoffed, “Brielle?”

Kenzo nodded, listening as Andrew teased, “She must have a good impression of you. Hooking up with Max wasn’t enough, and now she’s after you?”

Kenzo couldn’t help but laugh, answering the call, “Brielle, what’s up?”

“Kenzo, do you know where Max is?”

Kenzo frowned and leisurely poured himself a drink. “No clue. He hasn’t reached out tonight. What, did you two have a fight?”

Brielle couldn’t quite define it as a fight, feeling awkward, “If you find out, could you give me a call?”

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A shadow of disappointment crossed Brielle’s eyes. Even Kenzo was clueless, and Max himself wasn’t picking up her calls. Where could he be?

After aimlessly driving around for over an hour, she didn’t want to inconvenience the driver. further, and directed him back to Pearl Estate.

After thanking the driver, she limped back to her room. Turning on the light, her mind drifted to just a few hours ago, when Max sat on the couch.

He must have been so disappointed.