Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Strangely, a bout of discomfort washed over Brielle’s heart.

Spencer was in a hurry to find Lillian, so after exchanging pleasantries, he and Cameron took their leave. As soon as they left, Andrew lowered his head to light a cigarette.

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“Speaking of Alivia, you two really are in sync, wearing the same black rosaries for so

many years.”

Brielle looked down and stepped back.

Andrew, ever the stirrer, couldn’t resist a jibe, “This little canary, up close she really is a looker. No wonder you haven’t snuffed her out He didn’t miss the marks on Brielle’s neck, clearly the handiwork of Max’s roughhousing.

Brielle managed a smile, quickly composed herself, and with feigned delicacy, she clung to Max’s arm, “Uncle Max, I was so nervous, afraid that my fiancé or my brother would catch wind of our little dalliance.”

Her comment sent a flicker of amusement across Max’s eyes, and made Andrew’s cigarette drop to the floor. Andrew’s face showed rare frustration, his gaze towards Max indescribable. The girl might be pretty, but she was a bit too affected for his taste. He really didn’t get what Max saw in her.

Max leaned in slightly, murmuring, “Your choice of words is impeccable.”

Brielle rolled her eyes inwardly. He really fell for that act. The romantic thoughts climbing in her heart shattered at the mention of Alivia. She adjusted her clothing. “Uncle Max, if you have business to discuss, I’ll get going.”

However, a strong hand reached out, pulling her deeper into the corridor.

Meanwhile, not far off, Cameron stood amidst the crowd, his brow furrowed, feeling that the woman had a resemblance to Brielle. Disdain flashed in his eyes as he dialed her number. He rarely contacted this sister; after all, he had been the sole heir to the Haywood family’s fortune until this interloper came along to share the pie.