Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1370

Brielle could barely hold back her laughter. Seriously, could kids get any more hilariously sneaky?

Isaac, with the cunning of a seasoned prankster, pushed an entire plate of broccoli towards King.

"Daddy, your favorite, eat up!"

King felt a headache coming on.

Brielle, ever the peacekeeper, slid the plate towards herself. "I’ll eat it, little cricket. You have something else."

But King wasn’t about to let her suffer through eating those dreaded greens. Swiftly, he grabbed the plate and dumped it into the nearby trash can.

Brielle arched an eyebrow, catching King's mumbled excuse, "Must’ve been a mix-up in the kitchen. Better not risk it, might give you a stomachache."

Talk about being stubborn.

Men and their pride, she thought.

Later that night, at Tequila Sunset.

Irene strutted in, rocking a dangerously short skirt that flaunted her long legs.

As soon as she walked in, her eyes locked onto Bryan, the bartender, dressed in the bar’s sleek black uniform, mixing a drink for a woman at the counter.

The woman slipped a stack of cash on the counter, briefly caressing his cheek.

He smiled, pocketing the cash with ease.

Around them, several women were snapping photos, all excited about the new bartender. Handsome, with an air of elegance, and on his first night, he had already handled a few rowdy, drunk patrons better than Tequila Sunset’s bouncers—who were notoriously handpicked for their skills.

Tequila Sunset was a magnet for Beaconsfield’s elite, and Bryan had caught the eye of many. Yet, whether through overt flirting or subtle hints, he turned them all down.

Upon Irene's bold entrance, the dance floor's energy surged, attracting whistles from many men.

Her eyes, however, were fixed on Bryan.

Bryan glanced at her once before returning to his conversation with a woman who was blatantly propositioning him, offering a million a month for his companionship.