Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Dustin finished talking, his thoughts drifting to that diamond-encrusted plane he'd imagined as a gift for his sister. But before he could bring Brielle back, he needed to find out who was pulling the strings behind the scenes. Protecting her, though? That, he could handle, and it seemed Raymond felt the same way.

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Raymond didn't waste any time. He made a quick call to a friend in Beaconsfield-the same friend Dustin had contacted after Brielle's time in jail. With Raymond's instructions, the Beaconsfield elite were now on high alert, keeping tabs on anyone named Brielle. Even after setting everything up, Raymond couldn't shake his anxiety. He regretted not giving Brielle the ring sooner. It had only been a small gesture, but still. Remembering it was Max's money that had bought it only made him angrier. He should've charged ten times

"Kid, wait for your mom's news. In the meantime, check out Infinity Brilliance's warehouse. We've got a stash of pretty gems there, right? Send a few to your sister. And since we've got that department store in Beaconsfield, set her up with a shopping card. She can shop without worrying about the bill. And get those villas delivered ASAP. Don't let a girl think her worth is tied to some cheap ring. It might just make her run away."

Raymond was pretty fed up with Max. He wanted to expose the mastermind behind everything and meet Brielle. Even if a meeting wasn't possible, he wanted her to know the Lynch family was loaded, dominating the global diamond trade.

Dustin nodded. He had already alerted the department stores in Beaconsfield as soon as Raymond mentioned keeping an eye on Brielle. After all she'd been through, he was ready to give her anything she wanted.

Unaware of these plans, Brielle was still worried about Sarah's safety. That changed when she got a text from Dustin:

Don't worry about Lynch family stuff. Focus on sorting things out with Max.

Brielle read the message but still felt uneasy. Then, like clockwork, Dustin started bombarding her with texts every ten minutes.

Here are a few mansions for you. Lawyers will contact you tomorrow for signatures.

Here's a black card for the department store, which will be delivered to you shortly.

This is the number of an Italian designer. He'll fly to Beaconsfield in about three days. I've asked him to tailor a seasonal wardrobe for you.

After a string of ten messages, the last one had a touch of cautious tenderness.

Let me know if you need anything else, okay?

Brielle scrolled back through the messages, feeling his careful approach. They had just acknowledged each other as siblings and hadn't even met yet. He didn't know how she felt about the Lynch family, especially since their first meeting hadn't gone well. A girl who'd been out in the cold for years probably hadn't felt much warmth from a family.

He feared overwhelming her might scare her off. But he also worried that not showing enough warmth might make her think the Lynch family wasn't worth her time.

Holding her phone, Brielle typed a simple response:

Thanks, bro.

Seeing that word, Dustin jumped off the sofa, his heart pounding. He wanted to reply with a smile.

No worries, it's what I should do.

He deleted that - too formal.

It's what brothers are for.

Deleted again - sounded forced.

After much thought, all Dustin could muster was:

Tell your brother what you like, and I'll buy it for you.

A good man knows how to spend on a woman, whether she's a sister or a girlfriend.

Satisfied with the message, Dustin. sent it. I when he faced his

bodyguards, his expression tul

serious again.

"Keep digging. I want a detailed account of everyone's movements in the villa for the past six months. Draw me a map of their frequent locations."

"Yes, sir."

The men quickly dispersed to follow orders. After they left, the lead bodyguard, puzzled, looked at his boss.

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"Has the young master always been this quick to change moods?"

"No idea, first time seeing him like this."