Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 847

As Brielle's palms pressed together, a pool of nervous perspiration had formed. It was that old feeling – the nearer to home, the greater the trepidation.

In just an hour, the charity gala would commence, and she had to change into her evening gown and head over with her invitation in hand. Due to the rush, her makeup was minimal, a simple elegance.

Although Max had been quite the amorous companion the previous night, he had been considerate enough not to leave any marks that would be visible with her gown. The only telltale sign was a faint mark on her earlobe, easily concealed.

Even with light makeup, Brielle's striking presence drew many an admiring glance. The gala was a noteworthy event in the North American social scene, and, with Infinity Brilliance in attendance, it had drawn the crème de la crème of the community – from the most distinguished Chinese Americans to a smattering of European aristocracy.

The buzz around Owen's return to the business world had been incessant, and royal backing was there ostensibly to bolster Infinity Brilliance's position. Not that the company needed it, given its global dominance over the years, but this gesture of support was one that Infinity Brilliance would not forget.

Brielle, not well-acquainted with the North American elite, found a quiet corner to settle down upon entering with her invitation. The Chinese Americans who had made it big were numerous, but the Lynches were in a league of their own at the pinnacle of Infinity Brilliance.

The crowd was a mosaic of racial elegance – white, Asian, and a handful of black attendees, all exuding grace under the brilliant chandeliers. The heady scent of fine wine, the allure of gourmet desserts, and the walls adorned with priceless art – it all mirrored the opulence she first experienced attending an international auction with Max.

Brielle had strategically chosen a spot near the entrance for quick glimpses of the incoming guests. Her anxiety was palpable, fingers clenched around her wine glass, lips pursed in anticipation.

The entrance saw a steady trickle of arrivals, but none that eased her tension. It grew with every passing minute.