Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 869

Andrew looked like he hadn't slept in days, and when he spotted Chase, he gave a nod that was more habit than greeting.

"Taking a break from the States, Chase?" he asked.

Chase just grunted, a sound Andrew had come to expect from their previous business encounters abroad. But the look Andrew shot at Keiran was loaded with subtext.

Brielle couldn't shake the feeling that Andrew was pitying Keiran. Knowing Keiran's face blindness, she had to ask, "Keiran, is this the friend from abroad you mentioned?"

Keiran shook his head, looking as honest as ever. "I suddenly can't remember what my friend looks like. I got into Chase's car the other day, and now, Chase is my friend."

Friendships, it seemed, could turn on a dime.

Brielle's lips twitched as she watched Chase pull Keiran away. Keiran gave her a quick wave before slipping into the car with Chase, leaving just the three of them standing there.

Max hopped into Andrew's car and, in the process, pulled Brielle in as well.

With Andrew at the wheel, he couldn't hold back any longer. "Chase has a reputation in North America, much like Dustin's—both are notorious playboys. But Chase takes it to another level; Dustin chases women, while Chase, well, he prefers men."

Brielle choked on her surprise, her cheeks flaming red. Andrew caught her reaction in the rearview mirror and scoffed, mocking her innocence.

"In the high society circles, gender's just a detail," he said. "Many swing both ways."

There's an old saying, "Put a man in a woman's shoes, and he becomes a woman."

Chase, with his androgynous looks, could easily blend into a high society ball with a wig—only his flat chest would give him away as anything but a top-tier socialite.

The North American scene was wilder, more open than back home, where everything was kept hush-hush. Brielle was rarely exposed to such sordid details.