Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Max lowered his head towards the laptop, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keys. Even in the confines of a luxury car, he was still engaged in a video conference with the executives back home.

Noticing Brielle’s movement, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he whispered, “Quiet down, will you?”

He had already muted the microphone on his end. He could hear the corporate bigwigs’ reports, but they couldn’t catch a peep from his side.

Brielle’s heart felt like it had been struck by something, regretting her impulsiveness. She tried to stealthily withdraw her hand, but he caught it and pressed it against the leather

seat.

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There was warmth on one side, coolness on the other this extreme intimacy brewing in the dim light. Her remaining rationale was nearly exhausted.

Worried that her own heartbeat would betray her, she quickly propped her head up with one hand and pretended to gaze out the window. The fleeting lights cast alternating shadows on her face.

Andrew, watching the scene unfold, was incredibly peeved, his brow furrowing enough to crush a fly. After a moment, his face contorted indescribably, “Brielle, have you no shame?”

Interrupting Max’s video meeting with her antics, it was clear how slutty she could be in

private.

“If I cared about shame, I probably wouldn’t have ended up with Uncle Max.”

Andrew found himself at a loss for words for the first time, his face cycling through various shades before he finally pulled back, deciding to drop it.

After all, Max hadn’t said a word, clearly indulging her.

Andrew sulked for a while before feeling unbearably stifled. “Max, how about we hit up The Sky Lounge tonight?”

The gala had attracted a who’s who of the wealthy, and surely many would be heading to The Sky Lounge afterwards.

Compared to Tequila Sunset, The Sky Lounge was an even more exclusive spot. Perched at the very top of the skyscraper, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, one could look down and trample the city’s glitz underfoot. If it were a snowy winter’s night, the view was even more breathtaking. The ethereal beauty of the snowflakes melding with the city’s golden opulence was a dreamlike vista few could ever hope to touch.