Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)

The titles "Wealthiest Tycoon," "Diamond Industry Magnate," and "CEO" felt like a ton of bricks landing on Emma's shoulders, each one heavier than the last.

At this moment, she felt an overwhelming urge to cry, completely at a loss about where this sudden pain was coming from. Her vision blurred, nearly obscuring the photograph in front of her.

When she first stepped into Beaconsfield, she thought the divide between rich and poor was as simple as the difference between a $5 burger and a gourmet meal. But this photograph showed her a chasm as wide as the Grand Canyon, a glimpse into two completely

different worlds.

Her eyes welled up, and tears started streaming down her face.

Aubree held out her phone, displaying the photo, but noticing the screen smeared with tears, she realized Emma was crying.

Emma, realizing she had smeared the screen with her tears, hurriedly reached out to wipe it.

"I'm sorry."

Aubree frowned, puzzled by Emma's tears. Was she scammed or something worse?

"If you're talking about him, I can call him right now."

"It's not him! It's not him."

Emma wiped her tears and managed a bitter smile as she looked up.

"It's not about him. Sorry to bother you, and thank you."

With that, she turned and walked away quickly, fearing any further questions.

Aubree stood there, watching her leave, lost in thought but worried.

Eventually, she couldn't help but dial Dustin's number.

"Aubree?"

Dustin's voice was relaxed, "What brings you to call me?"

He had that lazy, playboy charm in his voice.

"Mr. Lynch, long time no see. I just met a woman in Beaconsfield claiming to be carrying your child. Her emotions seemed genuine, so I thought I'd better check with you. Haven't been leaving any romantic messes in Beaconsfield, have you?" Dustin frowned, finding the claim bizarre, especially since his recent visits to Beaconsfield were solely to look for his sister, with no time for romantic entanglements.

"No."

"Are you sure, Mr. Lynch?"

As Dustin tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, a fleeting thought passed through his mind but he couldn't grasp it.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Maybe it was a woman's intuition, but Aubree quickly caught up with Emma.

Emma was still walking slowly ahead, her vision blurred by tears, nearly stumbling.

Instinctively, she protected her belly, but someone caught her arm.

"Mr. Lynch, this woman seems genuinely upset, and she started crying the moment she saw your photo."

Dustin loosened the top button of his shirt, chuckling, "Maybe she's just overwhelmed by my looks."

Aubree felt deep sympathy for Emma, who was genuinely heartbroken, a sentiment Dustin couldn't grasp through the phone.

Speaking to Emma, Aubree said,

"You're on the phone with Dustinet

now. Maybe you should confirm if he's the one you're looking for."

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Feeling she had done all she could, Aubree handed the phone to Emma.

Hearing that familiar voice, Emma froze.

Dustin, aware the caller had changed, spoke up.

"Hello?"

His voice was the same as before, but their worlds had drastically changed. He was once just a patient, and she his doctor. Now, he was a prince, and she, a girl from nowhere.

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Her lips trembled, unable to call his name, tears still falling freely.

Aubree, unable to stand the silence, asked, "What's your name? What do they call you?" Through sobs, Emma barely whispered, "Emma."

It was the most she had cried in her life, as if she had accidentally seen the harsh truths of the world, far

crueter than she had imagined.

Her crying was so intense, her words so muffled, Dustin couldn't understand.

Aubree switched the phone to speaker.

"Mr. Lynch, she says her name is Emma. Do you know her?"

No recognition came to him, certainly not an ex-girlfriend.

"I don't think I know her."

Hearing this, Emma stiffened, her heart pierced as if by a sharp knife.

All sobbing stopped, her tears suddenly feeling absurd.