Master of his heart

Chapter 86
“I'm curious, what exactly did Miss Tessa tell you? This whole ordeal with Dorsey
International involves some really hush—hush corporate secrets. If I just let this
slide, I'm the one who's gonna have to shoulder the blame. Did it ever cross Miss
Tessa’s mind what I, as the victim here, am supposed to do?”
Brielle’s tone was cool, the corners of her mouth twitching with a mocking smile.
She had never met Tessa, but judging someone's fate with a light phone call?
That didn’t sound like the actions of a good Samaritan. Was this the type of
woman Andrew fell for?
Andrew's brow furrowed. He wasn't a fool. He could read between the lines of
Brielle’s insinuation.
“Brielle, I don’t know you, but I do know Max. He wouldn't just leave so—called
billion-dollar trade secrets in his jacket pocket. Sure, I believe Sophia hired
someone to come after you, but the rest? Sounds like a tall tale to
me.”
“And what if it is a tall tale? If I hadn't known how to protect myself, my face
would have been ruined. You do know what looks mean to a woman, right?”
Andrew's eyes narrowed. “What will it take for you not to pursue this?”
“Well, that depends on how far you're willing to go for Tessa.”
“Brielle.” A chill passed through Andrew’s gaze. If Max wasn’t there, he might
have already drawn his gun. “Don’t be so ungrateful.”
Brielle chuckled lightly, “I'm the only victim here, and my refusal to settle makes
me ungrateful?”
Andrew had been outmaneuvered by Brielle before, and it made his blood boil.
Turning to Max, he snapped, “Aren’t you going to do something about this?”
She was getting a bit too cocky. She was just a pampered pet, after all.
Max, fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of his glass, felt Andrew's stare and
looked up slowly. “What would you do if someone tried to ruin Tessa’s face?”
“I'd annihilate them. Their whole family would pay for it.” The fierceness in
Andrew's eyes was unmistakable, and he frowned in disgust at his own reaction.
“How can you compare Brielle to Tessa? Tessa is my fiancée, the woman I'm
marrying. Brielle is just your fleeting fancy.”
In front of Brielle, Andrew spoke without a filter. It wasn’t a secret, after all. Brielle
was aware, too. Max was just having his fun. She hadn't bored him yet.
A sting of hurt flashed through Brielle’s heart, and her fingers clenched at her
side. “Andrew, this has nothing to do with my place in Uncle Max's heart. It's a
matter of a man’s pride.”
She couldn't admit she was afraid to hear Max's response, afraid it would fall
short of her hopes, so she cleverly shifted the focus to a matter of dignity. It was
better not to harbor too many hopes on certain people and things.
Their finite nature couldn't bear the weight of such expectations. Best to let go.
Max looked up, his gaze falling on her, as if assessing her.
Brielle stiffened, forcing a casual smile. “If Uncle Max can’t even protect me, a
pet of his, wouldn't that tarnish his grand image?”
Andrew hadn't expected such a response, his brows knitting together. “Brielle,
what are you really after?”
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Andrew lit a cigarette, his expression defiant. “Fine, I'll make sure they come to
you.”
He said more, but Brielle wasn't really listening. Once he was gone, she turned to
Max. He seemed unaffected by Andrew’s words, detached.
Brielle’s lips twitched in self-derision. To him, feelings must be too cheap to
consider, cheap enough not to waste time pondering.
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opportunity or a life chance, to a
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shot was en taking fora Bigwn
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percent chance was a minor victory.
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And in the game of chances, feelings might be less than the trash by the
roadside. They held no sense of achievement when they were too easily won.