Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 772

The Fox clan was released the very next day. Brielle didn't go to pick them up in person. She simply had the officers relay the message about their daughter.

Kingston, who had been cautiously messaging Brielle with such care before, didn't dare to mess around anymore now that his family was back together. He returned home with his wife and son, their tails between their legs, not attempting any further contact with Brielle.

James seemed to have some conscience left. The first thing he did after getting out was to reach out to a media outlet, earnestly clarifying that Brielle was the daughter of the Fox family. The story blazed across the internet for a morning but didn't really stir up much of a storm.

However, within the social circles of Beaconsfield, the hottest gossip was that Brielle and Max had broken up.

Some clapped their hands with glee as if Brielle had finally gotten her comeuppance.

The high society ladies couldn't wait to set off fireworks in celebration. They had always said that once Max got bored, he'd kick her to the curb. After all, wasn't Brielle just an orphan with no parents? Keeping her around was just for a bit of excitement, nothing more.

"Serves her right! Once a tramp, always a tramp. She’s destined to wallow in the mire."

"Poor thing was tossed aside and had no choice but to swallow her pride."

"Ha, being by Max's side for so long was her biggest stroke of luck. Max, the unattainable rose, remains just that."

Max didn't see any of these comments. He had spent the whole night on the sofa at Premier Palace, and everyone there knew better than to approach him.

As dawn broke, he stood up, grabbed his laptop nearby, and looked like he was heading to work.

Patrick hurried over to him. "Sir, your pants..."

Max's eyes narrowed, and only then did he glance down at his suit pants, still dirty with yesterday's cemetery mud, his shoes caked with it.

"Maybe you should take the day off."

Patrick had seen the rumors about the boss and Ms. Brielle breaking up.

"No need."

Max showered, changed into a fresh outfit, and then headed down to Dorsey International. Patrick followed, though he didn't dare speak along the way.

Max seemed the same as ever, but Patrick felt that he was even colder, more silent than before.

When they arrived at the top floor of Dorsey International, Max glanced at the quarter's project list, his brow slightly furrowed, though it was unclear what he was thinking.

Patrick refrained from reminding him that he was holding the project list upside down.