Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 807

The staff were clearly startled, snapping to attention with uncertainty written all over their faces.

Aubree sighed, stepping into the doorway of the bedroom.

Andrew must’ve just come back from some event; his suit still clung to him, a few buttons undone, his tie clutched in his hand, and impatience marked across his face.

But the moment he saw Aubree, his grip on the tie tightened, his throat went dry, and his heart clenched.

Aubree stood there with her arms crossed, looking relaxed but defiant.

"I told them to pack up. It's all my stuff."

Andrew had known this day would come. He lowered his gaze, staying silent.

But his commanding presence made the staff hesitate, looking to Aubree for guidance.

Aubree waved them off. "Go on, pack everything I pointed out."

The movers glanced at Andrew, seeing the hardness in his eyes, their lips trembling.

“Miss Aubree, is this really your house? If the owner—”

Aubree rubbed her temples. “Seriously? Do you need a deed to do your job? What about renters?”

After another look at Andrew, the workers quickly resumed packing.

Andrew stood there like he was choking on his words, unable to move or speak.

After a while, he finally managed, “How much? I’ll buy it.”

Aubree thought she misheard, her brows knitting together.

Andrew repeated, “How much for these things? I’ll pay.”

Finding the situation absurd, Aubree said, “A billion dollars, you want them?”

“Fine.”

Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and called his assistant.

“Prepare a check for a billion dollars.”

On the other end, the assistant was bewildered; Mr. Clements sounded like he was about to cry.

Realizing he was serious, Aubree’s expression darkened. She turned to the stunned staff, “Could you hurry up?”

She then stepped into the bathroom, grabbing her toothbrush and personal items—clearly not planning to leave any trace behind.

In the mirror, she saw another face, and the bathroom door clicked shut and locked.

“Aubree,”

He wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind.

Aubree felt a chill on her neck but couldn’t understand why Andrew was so upset.

How many years had she followed him? Over a decade, surely.