Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Chapter 187

Connor had long been smitten, and among the women he’d been with, none held a candle

Brielle.

“Alright then, I’ll cut three percent from my profits as a gift for Bri,” he offered.

Three percent, that was a profit well into the millions, b

ut for Robert, this was far from sufficient. After all, Brielle was a powerhouse in her own

right. certain to bring much more value to Apex Dynamics.

“Mr. Connor, Dorsey International’s youngest director surely warrants more than what you

suggest,” he countered.

Connor cursed inwardly, calling Robert a sly old fox for selling out his own daughter.

It was a clear–cut transaction.

Connor was so captivated by Brielle’s beauty that he clenched his jaw. “Five percent tops.

Mr. Haywood. The word on the street is that Brielle isn’t the Haywood’s little girl anymore.

Can you make decisions on her behalf? I don’t think she’s the type to just accept whatever

comes her

way.

A shadow of malice flitted through Robert’s eyes. The Haywood family had nurtured her

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for so long, and a little sacrifice was due.

“I have my ways,” he said darkly.

He would have her tied to Tanner’s bed if necessary.

Did Brielle really think she could sever ties with the Haywoods in public and escape

everything? Her debt to the Haywood family was more than ten million dollars.

Robert’s eyes darkened with resolve. He was determined to show Brielle that a woman

without money or influence had no chance of making it in Beaconsfield.

To crush her would be as simple as stepping on an ant.

“Mr. Connor, just await the good news.”

Connor’s chubby face beamed with smiles. After exchanging pleasantries, Robert stood up

to show his guest out.

Descending to the foyer, Connor’s gaze fell on Lillian.

She was pretty in an innocent sort of way, but off–limits as a Haywood lady.

A fire lit in his abdomen as his mind drifted back to Brielle’s face.

Brielle’s allure trumped Lillian’s, and her academic accolades promised an exotic

encounter.

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The mere thought had him burning with desire.

Lillian, seeing Connor’s portly figure, greasy hair, and sparse balding scalp, was overjoyed.

This was Brielle’s future husband, and it was perfect.

That bitch deserved no better.

Lillian was ecstatic, itching to broadcast to the world just how pathetic Brielle’s future

spouse

was.

Meanwhile, Brielle was unaware of the Haywoods‘ persistence as she entered Premier

Palace.

The butler, Wesley, brightened at her arrival. “Ms. Brielle, have you had dinner? I’ll have

the kitchen prepare a light supper.”

Having been at the hospital, Brielle hadn’t eaten and shyly nodded her thanks.

Wesley’s wrinkles deepened with his grin. “With Ms. Brielle here. Mr. Dorsey will surely

come home tonight.”

He hurriedly instructed the kitchen to prepare extra food, emphasizing a light meal, then

gleefully went off to discuss the menu.

Brielle had no bedroom of her own at the Palace; she always stayed in Max’s master suite.

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So Patrick placed her luggage directly there. She wanted to protest but didn’t want to

seem prudish.

After all, everyone assumed her relationship with Max to be intimate.

She settled into the master suite, taking it in for the first time.

Everywhere, she sensed Max’s presence, comforting and steady.

After supper and a bath, Brielle opened her laptop to work.

Elsewhere, Max hadn’t been informed of Brielle’s arrival at Premier Palace.

After a meal with the Dorseys, Michael offered him a room, but Max, frowning, declined.

He initially thought about returning to Premier Palace, but he felt stifled. In ‘his heart, he

thought, there was no one waiting for him at Premier Palace anyway. Whether he went

back or

not, it didn’t matter.

Parking on the street, he felt a strange pang. Before Brielle, he never minded the solitude

of the Palace.

Why did her absence now make it so uncomfortable?

His phone rang. It was Andrew, inviting him to a bar, mentioning Dustin wanted to

dentally” run into Little Canary at Dorsey International the next day.

Annoyed, Max replied coldly. “She won’t be there.”

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