Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

The innocence on Tiffanie’s face had vanished, and within a few minutes, she broke into laughter.

“Turns out Maxie has met his match. How about I buy you a drink? I’ve really found some great guys, all of them are quite the catch.” She adeptly changed the subject, her gaze sparkling once more.

Brielle was itching to leave, but it was clear that now wasn’t the right time. Stepping out of the car, her eyes fell upon Andrew, leaning casually against another vehicle.

Andrew was dressed down, but his presence was still commanding, in stark contrast to the man standing opposite him, who looked like he stepped out of a GQ magazine, especially his cigarette- holding hand, which seemed more suited to wielding a pen or painting masterpieces.

Tiffanie noticed as well, her smile widening. “Brielle, what do you think of the guy next to Andrew?”

Brielle’s lips twitched, struggling to suppress a chuckle, “If I’m not mistaken, that’s Kenzo, the most talented screenwriter around, heir to the Barnes family legacy.”

Kenzo was nearly as tall as Andrew, but their auras couldn’t be more different.

Andrew’s presence was always crackling with a dangerous spark, as if he was a lit fuse. ready to ignite and burn everything to ashes. Kenzo, on the other hand, exuded a gentle demeanor, his hand that held the cigarette was distractingly attractive, and his smile had a mischievous curl at the corners.

“You know him? You hardly ever show up to these gatherings. And Kenzo doesn’t seem the social butterfly either. But no worries, if you fancy him, I’ll go drug him for now. We can talk after you’ve slept with him.” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Brielle rubbed her forehead, “Are you sure you won’t get killed trying?”

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“Maybe, but I’d have to survive because Maxie wouldn’t let anyone finish the job. To snag al night with the most talented screenwriter of our time, I’d say it’s worth the risk.”

“There’s got to be a better use for that energy of yours.”

Tiffanie paused, then burst out laughing, “I’m finding you more interesting than I thought.”

She had no intention of greeting the two men and was about to pull Brielle inside, but Brielle walked over to Kenzo, standing with a poised yet approachable air. “Hey there, Kenzo, long time no see.”

Kenzo put his cigarette down and tossed it in the nearby trash can before looking at her warmly.

“Brielle?”

“That’s me.”

Tiffanie didn’t expect these two to strike up a conversation, her curiosity bouncing from one to the other, finally settling on Andrew.

Andrew was idly flipping a lighter in his hand, the lid opening and closing with the flick of his fingers, the flame igniting and extinguishing intermittently. Noticing someone watching him, he didn’t look up.

Tiffanie nudged Brielle’s shoulder, “So, are you still up for meeting that movie star with me?”

Brielle wasn’t keen on going, and this was a good opportunity to decline, but before she could speak, Andrew’s mocking gaze landed on her.

She felt a chill run down her spine, and then she saw Andrew pull out his phone and dial a number. After about ten seconds, the call connected.

“Max, your Little Canary wants to fly away to another forest. Should I just snuff her out for you?” His tone was sinister, the last few words ground out between clenched teeth.

Brielle was somewhat afraid of Andrew; he was unpredictable, there was nothing he wouldn’t dare to do. She had a feeling that if Max on the other end gave the go-ahead, Andrew wouldn’t hesitate to choke the life out of her. A canary that didn’t know how to endear itself to others wasn’t worth keeping alive.

Her heart felt squeezed, the air around her growing thin, barely able to breathe. She didn’t know what Max said on the other end, but the next second Andrew pressed the phone to her ear.