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Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 651

Chapter 651 

The somber mood that had enveloped the office dissipated in an instant, replaced by a warmth akin to an early spring day in March

Max looked up, catching the gaze of the senior executive who had just walked in. The HR Director started to detail the tasks ahead with businesslike precision. Once the official matters were wrapped up, he complimented the scarf again. The compliment lingered in the air as he left, leaving behind an ambiance as balmy as a spring breeze

Patrick had been standing right beside Max the whole time, silently taking mental notes of the cunning the old fox wielded. It was no wonder this man had managed to keep his seat as Director for so long. Even at an age where most were considering retirement, Max hadn’t suggested he step down

Beyond his evident skill, the man was truly a master of diplomacy and charm

Patrick breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of the events, Max was in good spirits now, and the morning’s oppressive atmosphere, which had nearly crushed him, had lifted. He had been on the verge of calling Brielle for backup, but remembering Max’s directive to keep this issue from her, he decided against it. Little did he know, Brielle’s former colleague had already filled her in on the situation

At the moment, Brielle was feeling anything but cheerful as she drove to the neighborhood where John had lived. She made her way down the alley and up to John’s residence

The crew was already hard at work, but Aubree was nowhere to be seen. She quickly sought out John to inquire about Aubree’s whereabouts 

Aubree’s not scheduled on set today, so I told her to rest up at the hotel,John explained. We’ve just got back, and the place needs a good clean. She hasn’t been feeling well lately, and I didn’t want to force her to stay here. Seems like she comes from a welloff family. She booked a room at the hotel. Ricardo’s looking after her now.” 

Neither of the lead actors were needed on set that day. Aubree had intended to come and observe, but memories of that horrible night in Beaconsfield had resurfaced unbidden, leaving her pale and nauseous all morning

John had been on the verge of calling an ambulance when Ricardo intervened, insisting he’d take Aubree to the hotel to rest

John, a seasoned director, knew the entertainment industry was a tumultuous sea, but Ricardo seemed too pristine, hardly the type to take advantage of someone vulnerable. Given that Aubree appeared comfortable with Ricardo, John didn’t press the issue and let them be with a wave of his hand

Brielle hurriedly dialed Ricardo, but his phone lay on the table in the hotel bathroom, vibrating silently alongside Aubree’s phone. Aubree retched over the sink

Aubree, maybe I should call a therapist for you,Ricardo suggested with a frown

No!Aubree protested, her face ashen, her stomach in knots. She had tried to forget that night, but it was impossible. Returning to Beaconsfield had made her unwell, and she struggled against the waves of nausea

Both Ricardo and Aubree’s phones were unanswered, leaving Brielle worried. Even thought she was confident that Aubree would be safe with Ricardo by her side, she couldn’t help but fret about Andrew, that mad dog on the lookout for Aubree. If he learned where Aubree was staying, chaos would undoubtedly ensue

In a dark wish, Brielle hoped Andrew’s wounds would become infected, leaving him too weak to cause any trouble

Back in the hotel room, Aubree sat slumped on the edge of the bathtub, her face a pallid. mask of discomfort. Ricardo squatted before her, his gaze intense and earnest. Suddenly, he made an unexpected offer. Aubree, should I take care of Tessa for you?he asked seriously

Aubree thought he was joking and chuckled weakly

But Ricardo was dead serious, his usual fee for such a task forgotten. Do you want me to, Aubree?” 

His cleancut demeanor made his casual mention of murder all the more jarring, yet somehow not out of place. He was reminiscent of a figure from Greek mythology, the youth who died clutching a narcissus flower, destined to be radiant yet tainted by shadows

This mythological character was wellliked because his innocence was genuine, as was his ruthlessness. He could be anyone in the world but could never truly be himself

Aubree closed her eyes, the acid sting of tears eased by his unsettling proposition. She had booked a suite in the hotel, a spacious sanctuary from her turmoil. Clutching her stomach, she moved to the couch and collapsed into it, her face as white as linen

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