Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 514

Chapter 514 

Her smile was as tender as a spring morning, but the words that slipped through those lips were as fake as a three–dollar bill. 

Brielle’s silence spoke volumes, prompting a knowing glance between Alivia and Tessa, both shimmering with smug satisfaction. How could a woman who couldn’t even play chopsticks on the piano have caught Max’s eye? It seemed unfathomable. She could only hold someone’s attention for so long before being tossed aside like last season’s fashion. 

That was the collective thought buzzing around the room. A few snickers broke out among the crowd. 

However, Brielle stood up amidst the laughter and piercing stares, exuding a calm that seemed to quiet the room. “What can I do for you, Ms. Tessa?” 

When Brielle spoke, Tessa’s brow furrowed into a frown, her voice laced with mockery. “Play a duet with me. Either we do a four–hand performance on the piano, or perhaps, Ms. Brielle, you’d like to sing us a song instead?” 

The insinuation was clear. Was she insinuating that Brielle was some kind of entertainer, there to sing for her supper? 

If Brielle agreed to a four–hand duet, who knew what Tessa might play? If it turned out to be something Brielle didn’t know, she’d be caught in a trap, her embarrassment serving as the evening’s entertainment. 

The onlookers were thrilled at the prospect of the drama unfolding, while the men continued to prattle on about stocks and bonds, oblivious to the brewing storm. 

Alivia chimed in with feigned concern, “Brielle, if you’re not up for it, there’s no need to push 

yourself.” 

Tessa had taken her seat at the piano and started playing with unwavering confidence. Alivia was about to join Tessa for the duet, but Brielle had other plans. She stepped to the side and picked up a violin. 

As the bow caressed the strings, the music came alive. 

Brielle had foregone the piano duet, not wanting to give Tessa any more chances to trip her up. Instead, she chose the violin to accompany Tessa’s piano. 

The walls were lined with instruments. Alivia had mentioned an upcoming mini–concert for the next round of guests. 

The violin sang like a nightingale in the still of the night, its notes intertwining with the piano’s melody, each enhancing the other. 

Tessa’s face paled, her composure shaken. Alivia’s expression also soured; her fingers curled into her palm, and her breath was caught in her chest. 

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The other ladies, who had been eagerly awaiting a spectacle, now wore strained smiles, at mixture of anger and frustration coloring their faces. 

The harmony between the instruments soon caught the attention of the entire room, drawing. the gaze of the businessmen away from their financial discussions. 

Tessa grew more frantic, her usual poise crumbling under the spotlight of the high society’s gaze. Her fingers trembled, barely avoiding a catastrophic mistake. 

In contrast, Brielle stood poised, dressed in simple attire, her violin tucked under her chin. She exuded an aloof, detached air, her posture straight, seemingly untouched by the world around her. While Tessa’s face betrayed her nerves, Brielle was the picture of composure. 

Alivia fumed, her breath quickening, her face a mask of icy disdain. What was especially galling was the sight of the men, not far off, admiring Brielle’s performance, and openly praising her violin skills.