Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 37

Realizing the awkward atmosphere, she quickly changed the subject, simultaneously diverting her own attention. “Uncle Max, tomorrow is Friday. How do you plan to play out this scene?”

The stakes involving that building were high, with several board members of Dorsey International reaping benefits. If he made a move on this, there would be inevitable turmoil within Dorsey International.

“We’ll do what needs to be done.”

Max’s voice was casual, wrapping up one meeting before diving into another.

Brielle realized just how busy he was; even as he sipped his coffee, his other hand was methodically tapping away at the keyboard. Feeling rather bored standing there, she was about to suggest a stroll downstairs when she noticed someone sent Max a video call invitation.

Brielle’s eyesight was sharp. The screen displayed-Alivia.

Max was in the midst of a meeting, but his finger accidentally hit accept. The screen revealed a beautiful face against a backdrop of towering bookshelves. And on Max’s side, his bedroom-and an unexpected shadow of a woman.

Brielle hadn’t expected Max to take the call. Tactfully, she sidestepped, ensuring she was out of the video frame, but Alivia had already spotted her, only to look away indifferently moments later.

“Max, you at Premier Palace?”

“Yeah.”

of the face that had just appeared. “I’ve got the stuff. I’m on vacation next month.

looked up, glancing at the

wasn’t eavesdropping, but at the mention of

son of the Barnes family,

The woman sounded annoyed, then quickly perked up, “But me bringing it to you

“Kenzo didn’t visit you?”

loop around Palm Beach and

“That’s typical of him.”

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had shifted significantly. It seemed Max and Kenzo had a solid relationship, and by extension, he was quite gentle with Alivia. Their familiarity was a unique atmosphere that outsiders couldn’t penetrate.

her with a warm smile. “Ms. Brielle, feeling any

massive bookcase near the floor-to-ceiling windows, adorned with various

she might be bored and considering her bandaged hand, suggested, “Ms. Brielle, do you

and discovered Wesley had queued up a scientific

into the Haywood family nor the social elite of the town

young elite often flocked to soirees, but Brielle seldom attended. Between her demanding studies and distaste for sycophantic gatherings, she preferred

one single event she attended, she heard Alivia’s name whispered among the crowd. Eight

No one dared reduce her to a mere trophy. And among Beaconsfield’s men, Max stood out. His innate business acumen had caught his grandfather’s eye,

hesitation.

businessman,