Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

The auction room was abuzz with anticipation as the eighth lot was announced-a Rolex Daytona, the kind of timepiece that screamed extravagance and didn’t just show up at any old auction.

The auctioneer called for the opening bid, and a peal of laughter filled the room when a young woman with a clear voice cheekily offered up five million dollars. It was a joke, and everyone knew it.

Brielle chuckled along, but her amusement was short-lived as Andrew coolly dropped a bid of twenty million dollars. She turned to see him, his expression dead serious, the look of a man on a mission.

She felt a twinge in her chest, not for herself, but for her friend Aubree. She knew that this grand gesture wasn’t meant for Aubree. Sure, Andrew was generous with her, but the gifts he gave her, though expensive, were never this extravagant-certainly not the kind of thing that would have him jet-setting across the world to bid in public.

As her hand curled into a fist at her side, she listened to the bids rise and fall. Andrew stood his ground, calm and collected with each increase. And in the end, the watch was his for a staggering fifty-five million dollars.

Brielle’s expression soured, and Dustin, sensing her mood, leaned in close to whisper, “Fancy it, huh?”

He even entertained the thought that if she wanted it, he might step into the bidding ring

himself.

She shook her head, her voice a soft sigh. “It’s just not fair to my friend.”

Dustin moved in even closer, their hair almost mingling as he murmured, “Your friend’s got a thing for him?”

“Sort of.”

Squinting at Brielle, Dustin took a moment to study her face. “Your friend likes Andrew, and you like Max-birds of a feather, you two.”

Brielle tensed, hoping Max hadn’t overheard. “Mr. Lynch, don’t be absurd. I do not.”

Dustin chuckled, “I kinda hope you don’t. Max is notoriously tough to handle.”

He leaned in again, seeming to enjoy their hushed exchange. “Back in his Harvard days, some girl slipped him and herself a love potion.”

In the midst of the grand auction, they were both engrossed in the gossip. Brielle gasped, unable to resist asking, “Then what?”

“Well, she locked herself and Max in a room for a whole day and night. When the cops