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Chapter 4
How the tables had turned.
Satisfied, Brielle sat back, not caring whether she had dampened his suit or not.-
The ride to Premier Palace was wrapped in a comfortable silence, as if by unspoken agreement, and
neither of them felt the need to engage in idle conversation.
Brielle knew that Max’s attentiveness wasn’t due to pity or a flutter of the heart. He was predator at the
top of the food chain, having made his mark on Wall Street at the tender age of seventeen,
orchestrating the biggest corporate merger of the year. His rise to fame was built on the ruins of his
rivals. A man like him, she mused, didn’t have a heart to
spare.
A chill ran through her, and she sneezed uncontrollably. A clean blanket was tossed her way. Looking
up, she saw him engrossed in papers on his lap, not sparing her a glance.
“Thanks, Uncle Max,” she said, grabbing the blanket and drying her damp hair.
As the wrought iron gates of Premier Palace slowly swung open, even Brielle, no stranger to grandeur,
couldn’t help but be captivated by the opulence within.
The car came to a halt at the villa’s entrance, and Patrick stepped out to respectfully open the door for
them.
The cold air hit Brielle as she stepped out, causing goosebumps to spread across her skin. She rushed
Follow current on NovelEnglish.netto keep up with Max, a smirk playing on her lips. “Am I the first woman to set foot in here?”
Max paused, and Brielle nearly bumped into him. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he gestured
toward a maid trimming hedges in the distance. “No.”
“Then I must be the first woman to make it to your bed successfully, right?”
Her chin was lifted by his firm grip, forcing her to meet his gaze. Panic fluttered in her chest. She had
initiated this game, but the ending wasn’t hers to dictate.
“Yes,” he answered simply.
Brielle was at a loss for words, her mind momentarily adrift. By the time she collected herself, Max had
walked away. She took a deep breath and bit her lip before catching up to him, her voice light and
carefree. “So, Uncle Max, you gonna look out for me from now on?”
Entering the villa’s grand hall, he loosened the tie around his neck. The rosary beads glinted darkly.
“Depends on how you behave.”
She took that as a sign of a potential long-term arrangement. Brielle thought of Spencer,
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and that tiny bit of regret instantly disappeared.
Spencer found her dull, his mother Faith thought her restrained, and the Haywood family believed her
to be demure. They were all wrong. She was wild at heart.
“Don’t worry, Uncle Max. I’ll take good care of you.”
Max raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes indifferent. He casually unbuttoned his shirt, scooping her up in
his arms. “Until I tire of you
“You don’t mind that I’m a dead fish in bed?” She was still holding a grudge over their
earlier encounter.
Max’s master bedroom was dark as he pinned her against the door. “No complaints. You just lie back
and enjoy.”
Brielle was thankful for her striking looks, but before she could ponder any further, she was swept up in
lust once again.
Their bodies were close, their souls drifting apart. She knew too well that Max was an extreme, a
madness that could devour everything.
Falling for Spencer, she could walk away unscathed. Falling for Max would be a catastrophe, a point of
no return.
After another night at Premier Palace, Brielle returned to her apartment to freshen up before heading to
the office.
Her phone was bombarded with missed calls-some from the Haywood family, others from Spencer’s
Follow current on NovelEnglish.netmother, Faith.
Last night’s dinner party, spoiled by Max’s absence, had obviously been a debacle. As the prospective
daughter-in-law, her no-show was a breach of etiquette.
She dialed Faith, but before she could utter a word, the woman’s interrogation began.
“I asked you to keep an eye on Spencer. I heard he hasn’t shown up at the office for weeks. Brielle,
what have you been doing?”
Standing outside the towering Dorsey Tower, Brielle looked up at the skyscraper piercing the sky.
“Faith, he won’t take my calls.”
“Then why don’t you go find him? I thought you were smart, Brielle. I placed you in Dorsey International
to watch over him. Now that Max is back, the company’s bound to face turmoil. As a finance graduate
from Beaconsfield College, you should understand what that means.”
Max had rarely been at the helm of Dorsey International, preferring to pull strings from abroad. Even
so, the company’s performance had soared under his leadership, with
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stocks skyrocketing.
Now that he had returned, the slackers at Dorsey International were understandably unsettled.
“Think about it, Brielle. If you can’t handle this, then perhaps this marriage arrangement isn’t
necessary.”
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