Master of his heart

Chapter 673
The manager of Tequila Sunset was contacted, and he scrambled to pull up the surveillance footage. However, there were no
cameras inside the private suites, so all they could see was a shadowy figure entering a suite and leaving with a bag in hand.
The manager felt a chill run down his spine and cursed under his breath. How could this slick thief steal from three VIPS in one
go?
Tequila Sunset might require membership for entry, but they allowed all members to bring their male and female companions.
Considering this place was a veritable gold mine, it’s no surprise it’s caught the eye of top–level thieves in the past. Loss is not a
new concept here. But losing clothes? That’s unheard of. And to top it off, we’re not talking about any average clothing item,
we’re talking about a tiny, hand–knitted scarf.
Jaired was almost ready to write it off as bad luck, but Max’s icy voice came through, “Find them.” That meant they were going to
chase this down to the end.
Jaired was puzzled. Thieves bold enough to target Tequila Sunset typically had strong anti–surveillance skills. If something were
lost, the lounge would usually reimburse the original price, and no one would bother pursuing the matter, but Max seemed to
take a particular interest in this.
“Max, your coat, scarf, and cufflinks, all together, are worth what, a few million?” Jaired tried to reason.
A cold glint passed through Max’s eyes as he insisted to the manager, “Find them.”
The manager jumped, feeling as if a mountain was crushing down on his head, and quickly acknowledged the order. “Don’t
worry, Max, we’ll notify all the staff right away.”
Max’s eyelashes fell. He was silent for a moment before he spoke in a hoarse whisper, “I don’t care about the rest. Get the scarf
back to me.”
The manager bowed even lower, assuming the scarf was studded with hundreds of diamonds or some other rare collectible. He
wasted no time in alerting the staff to find it.
Brielle’s suite was notified that an important guest had lost a valuable collectible. They were asked to remain in their rooms to
avoid any misunderstanding. Brielle’s eyebrow arched at the commotion Tequila Sunset was making. This important guest
must’ve been quite significant.

Aubree still hadn’t returned/Brielle frowned and was about to call when Dustin stood up, taking a gift box from the side.
“Bri, I’m stepping out for a smoke, and while I’m at it, I’ll bring your friend back. With your status, you should stay here with him,”
Dustin offered.
As the CEO of Infinity Brilliance, Dustin could wander around without raising suspicion of being a thief, but Brielle’s status might
not afford her the same luxury, especially since the missing item was a top–tier collectible, supposedly priceless. She couldn’t
afford to cross swords with Tequila Sunset just yet.
Dustin grabbed the gift box, a cigarette between his fingers, and stepped out. He intended to find a smoking area, but as he
passed by the suite at the end of the hallway, he spied through the small window in the door and saw Aubree sitting alone.
Raising an eyebrow, he opened the door and walked in.
The suite was dimly lit, and he heard the sound of sobbing.
Dustin’s initial teasing words caught in his throat as he sat down beside her. “Hiding out here to lick your wounds? Or did you run
into your heartbreaker and get wounded by a few harsh words?”
He hit the nail on the head, noticing Aubree’s stiff, trembling posture. Dustin’s eyes narrowed, recalling Ricardo’s mention of a
desensitization test. Was Aubree always this fearful of men?
When Andrew had pushed her towards him before, she had managed to kiss him with composure, hadn’t she? What on earth
had happened in such a short time?
“Bri’s worried about you. Let’s go back.”
Aubree was barely able to stand, but then she saw a gift box placed before her. “Maybe a gift will cheer you up?”
Aubree looked down, wiping the tears from her face, and rasped, “Thanks, Mr. Lynch, but you should take it back.”
Dustin raised an eyebrow and opened the gift box. Inside was a giant diamond, just like the one he’d given to Brielle. He was
honestly just tossing these things around like – playthings.
“Seriously? Is there a woman out there who could refuse a diamond?” His words were genuine. Usually, such gifts brought joy,
screams, and a night of passion with his companions.

Aubree broke into laughter at his words,but as she laughed, her face turned pale once more. The diamond was pristine and
pure, and she felt undeserving.
She thought someone like her was only fit to receive wildflowers as gifts.