Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 864

Since they had plans to head out later, Max didn't bother with an elaborate dinner—just enough to whet his appetite. Once they were ready, they set off for the much-anticipated masquerade ball.

As they drove, Max gazed out at the city lights flashing by, his fingers tapping a rhythm on the car window. A faint, indifferent smile played on his lips.

"The masquerade was Dustin's idea," Max remarked casually. "It's always a wild time. When we get to the entrance, a waiter will hand you a mask. And there's a rule—no sticking with people you already know. Dustin thinks it's pointless to hang out with familiar faces at these things."

That was the line Dustin had fed to the media in an interview.

And true to form, under the cover of their masks, the so-called elite would let loose, shedding their inhibitions. With the Lynch family keeping an eye on things, it never got too out of hand.

"The masks are random, and you'll have to lock up your phone in a secure locker when you get in. If you're not feeling it, we can skip the whole thing," Max offered.

But Brielle had her reasons for going.

She lowered her lashes and looked at Max. "Let's go."

Max didn't respond. He never questioned her choices; his role was to support whatever she decided.

After handing over their phones, Max pulled her aside into a quiet lounge before they parted ways.

"Don't overdo it," he cautioned, as if he knew what she was planning, though he never pried into the details.

And there were things she preferred to keep to herself.