Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max )
Chapter 217

Chapter 217 

Kenzo chuckled in response. (Too bad, I wouldn’t mind pocketing that money myself, but I don’t own the houses next door.] 

He sent Brielle a screenshot of Max’s transfer and refunded her money. The screenshot didn’t bring Brielle the joy she had anticipated. Instead, it reminded her of something she’d overheard that morning, leaving a sour taste in her heart. 

He was playing the role of a sugar daddy perfectly well, clearly seeing her as nothing more than a kept woman. 

[Alright, Kenzo, thank you. You’ve saved me some money.] 

Kenzo sensed Brielle’s discontent but refrained from prying. Instead, he asked Max. [You knew about the house purchase, didn’t you?] 

Max was caught up in legalities at the Hatfield family estate, which had delayed him. When Kenzo asked, a knot formed in Max’s stomach. He really hadn’t known. Why hadn’t Brielle told him? Did she think it unnecessary? 

Meanwhile, Max was tuning out whatever Sammuel and Patrick were discussing, fixated on Brielle’s contact in his phone. 

He barely broke the deadlock with some efforts last night, so why did she leave on her own this morning without waiting for him? 

Anxiety got the better of Max, and he rose from his seat. 

Patrick, taken aback by his sudden movement, asked, “Mr. Dorsey, are we closing the deal on the contract now?” 

Max, fingers elegantly buttoning his cuff, simply nodded, “Yes.” 

Without further ado, Patrick resumed discussing details with Sammuel, while Max excused himself, citing urgent matters.. 

Sammuel had no reason to detain him. Once in his car, Max couldn’t resist and dialed Brielle’s number, but Brielle was busy exploring her new home and ignored her ringing phone. 

In less than a day, she had acquired a property, and Kenzo had even had the keys delivered at lightning speed. She had already called a moving company, and their crew was downstairs. ready to help her settle in. 

Her belongings filled the spacious 300–square–meter house, yet it still felt empty. She snapped some photos and, in a rare move, updated her social platform. 

“New life begins,” she captioned. 

Brielle rarely posted online, maybe once a month, but she couldn’t help sharing several photos. of her beautiful new place. 

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In the meantime, Max had messaged her on WhatsApp, which she deliberately ignored. After her update. Max was the first to comment. [Why aren’t you responding to my messages?] His tone carried a hint of hurt. 

Brielle didn’t have many people on her social media platforms, but individuals like Andrew and Kenzo were all there. However, those like Spencer, who had conflicts with her, were mostly deleted. 

Within a minute, both Kenzo and Andrew replied to Max’s comment with a string of question marks. 

Andrew, never one to hold back, added after his question marks. [You actually reached out to Brielle? And she didn’t reply? Shocking! The CEO of Dorsey International playing the simp for someoned 

Surprised by their reactions, Brielle wondered if Max wasn’t one to initiate chats. She didn’t want to ask Andrew, and she messaged Kenzo privately. [Does Max not usually start conversations?] 

Kenzo’s response came swiftly–a screenshot of his chat with Max. Kenzo would say ten things, and Max might reply to one, sometimes not at all. 

Brielle chuckled slightly, but then she felt she might be reading too much into it. After all, she was still an employee of Max. 

She put her phone down, deciding to treat herself to a home–cooked dinner to celebrate. Unbeknownst to her, the Haywood family was already in upheaval. Since Lillian’s return home that morning, she’d been wreaking havoc, throwing things around in a tantrum. 

Cameron, upon hearing about Lillian’s ordeal with Connor, was in disbelief, but Lillian’s tears and the witnesses forced him to accept the truth. 

Robert and Miranda sat grim–faced on the couch, at a loss for words. Surely they couldn’t just marry Lillian off to Connor. 

Miranda, humiliated by the taunts from the other high society ladies during her afternoon tea. had returned home feeling disgraced, only to face her hysterical daughter. 

“Lillian, how could you-” 

Lillian, bitterness etched in her face, slumped on the couch. “Brielle has been sleeping with Max all along. She’s the woman he keeps! I can’t stand it. How could Max be blinded by her? Brielle has been with so many men, how could this happen…” 

Her voice trailed off into a whisper. 

A gleam of light flashed in Robert’s eyes. “Are you sure about that?” 

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