Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max )

Chapter 674 

She lowered her eyes and pushed the gift box across the table. “Thanks, Mr. Lynch, but! don’t have any use for this.” 

Rising to her feet, a wave of dizziness swirled through her head, nearly sending her crashing to the ground. Dustin caught her, his instinct to call Brielle, but Aubree stopped him, “Don’t bother Bri with this. Let’s not add to her troubles.” 

As she spoke, a sour sting pricked the tip of her nose, and tears threatened to fall once 

more. 

“I haven’t done anything wrong, and I just don’t understand why things turned out this way. Maybe I was too greedy and always believed that if I just waited, he would notice me. That when he got tired, he would come back.” 

Maybe Andrew wasn’t tired yet and still had the energy to tangle with her, but she had grown weary first. She really didn’t want to see Andrew again. His words were like poison, and she refused to endure his cutting remarks any longer. 

Aubree pushed away the hand Dustin offered, her tone self–deprecating, “Mr. Lynch, I’ll be able to walk on my own. There’s no need to dirty your hands.” 

Dustin stood still, his eyes losing their luster at her words. “I’ll call Bri. I won’t mention you’re upset and just say that I’m seeing you home.” 

In her current state, Aubree might collapse halfway and get took advantage of. 

“Thanks, Mr. Lynch.” Aubree leaned against the nearby wall, covering her face with her hands, her whole being exuding utter defeat. 

When Brielle got the call, she was ready to leave, but just then, the door to the private room swung open, revealing an employee from Tequila Sunset. 

First, with utmost politeness, they explained the situation. Tonight’s drinks were on the house, but they needed to conduct a thorough search of the VIP room because a guest had lost something very valuable. 

The clientele of Tequila Sunset were usually rich or famous, and this incident tonight was bound to offend many. To compel Tequila Sunset to risk such offense in search of an item indicated its immense value. 

Brielle wasn’t offended by the intrusion. After the search was over, they brought in a bottle of wine worth tens of thousands as compensation. 

Staring at the bottle on the coffee table, Brielle chuckled. “Ricardo, who lost their stuff? They’re making such a fuss. What did they lose, the royal seal?” 

Tequila Sunset was comping drinks for every private room and even providing a bottle of expensive wine as compensation. The loss must be in the millions. Yet Tequila Sunset’s 

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staff carried out their task without flinching, clearly under the orders of some very 

Important guest. 

Brielle’s room had been searched, and they were free to go. Brielle was at Tequila Sunset to accompany Aubree. With her gone, there was no reason to stay. She handed the bottle to Ricardo. “Take it home and enjoy.” 

Ricardo was stunned. “Is it okay to take this?” 

Seeing his surprised expression, Brielle sighed. This kid probably hadn’t been to such places before nor sipped such fine wine. “This is worth a pretty penny. It’d be a waste not to drink it. Take it. There’s no rule against taking the drinks home.” 

Ricardo nodded, and a genuine smile was on his face. “Thank you, Ms. Haywood.” 

His smile was pure, and it lifted Brielle’s spirits. She ruffled his hair affectionately – he was like a little brother to her. 

Following the staff’s directions, they made their way to the first floor. As Brielle was about to get into her car, she caught a glimpse of Max’s new secretary. She was wrapped in a scarf and busy on a phone call. “I don’t want to stay here as a secretary either. I’ll find a way back soon and explain everything to Max. He doesn’t want me to leave for now, and I don’t know why, but I will handle it as quickly as I can.” 

Brielle’s gaze fixed on the scarf around Annie’s neck. She knew it well because she had knitted it herself. Even the iris at the end of the scarf was identical to the one she had 

made for Max. 

Max had given away the scarf she had made. 

A chill settled in Brielle’s eyes as she watched the woman get into a car, her voice light and airy, seemingly unaware of Brielle’s presence. 

Brielle stood motionless, feeling the night’s chill creeping up from the soles of her feet, spreading coldly to the crown of her head. 

She hoped she was mistaken.