Master of his heart

Chapter 509
Max and Brielle were now an item, out in the open for all to see. Yet, Brielle
couldn’t shake the feeling that her happiness, every minute and every second of
it, was somehow stolen.
After Brielle hung up the phone from explaining the previous night's events, she
stared blankly at the ball of yarn before her until a slender hand picked it up.
Following the hand, her gaze met Max's.
Max had wrapped up his work and, noticing the embryonic shape of a scarf in her
hands, raised an eyebrow. “Getting close to done?”
Brielle chuckled. Knitting a scarf wasn’t exactly a quick affair, and with tomorrow's
dinner party, it would take even longer to finish it. She wanted to wear it before
Christmas, but that would mean hustling.
“Not even close.”
Max set the yarn down and sat on the nearby couch. “Will I be able to wear it
before Christmas?”
“Are you in a hurry?”
Although she had promised it as a Christmas gift, Max seemed more eager than
ever.
Max nodded seriously. He was indeed anxious — after all, he had already
bragged about it, and if he didn’t wear it soon, Andrew’s sharp tongue wouldn't let
him live it down.
“I'll try to finish it within three days.”
So that night, when Max awoke at 2 a.m., he saw Brielle still working by
lamplight. He instantly regretted pushing her.
“Brielle, let's get some sleep.”
Rubbing her sore eyes, Brielle was already on the brink of sleep. Hearing Max
suggest sleep. she dropped her knitting, rolled into his arms, and was asleep in
under a minute.
Max found her exhaustion endearing. Expecting her to sleep in, he was surprised
to find her up at dawn, knitting in the backyard.
Standing on the second-floor balcony, he watched her silhouette against the
greenhouse’s vibrant flowers, finding the scene utterly enchanting.
At noon, Jaired messaged the group, saying he had set off and would arrive in
about three hours.
Jaired’s gaze was sharp, his looks clean—cut and striking. Dressed in black boots
with perfectly tucked pants and a tall frame, his presence was like the onset of
spring — full of life and vigor.
Glancing at his phone, Jaired chuckled and surveyed the outside world. The
driver in front didn’t dare strike up a conversation. In their circle, Jaired was
known for his fearless deeds, a
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hero among his peers.
“Why would Max fall for someone outside our usual crowd?” he mused, finding it
perplexing.
He tossed his phone aside. “Well, I'll see what this Brielle is like soon enough.”
Restless, Jaired tagged Max in the group. [Bring your girlfriend, ok?]
Max seldom chatted, and Jaired was prepared for no reply. After sending the
message, he tossed his phone aside again.
The reception was at a hotel in the suburbs, half an hour's drive along a winding
mountain road — a world of wealth beyond imagination.
Brielle sat in the car, cheeks flushed from the cold breeze through the cracked
window. Max buttoned her coat up to the top. “Button up, I don’t want you to
catch a cold.”
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Brielle answered, hearing Mason's smug voice. “Brielle, the company’s going
public in the States today. Got anything to say?”
Her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes narrowed at the news. Mason sure moved
fast. Their company was going public.
“I heard Dorsey International let you go?”
She glanced at Max. “Yeah.”
Mason paused, then laughed. “Being fired might be a blessing in disguise.”
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Brielle smiled, the casino funds were far more fluid than any money printer.
“Brielle, don’t worry about the IPO. We're well-funded, and I'll take care of our
first-round investors.”
“I trust you. Just remember, the capital we bring in serves us, not controls us. We
keep the control in the family.”