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.”

that had just appeared. “I’ve got the stuff. I’m on vacation next month. Shall I bring it back for

glancing at the screen,

the mention

son of the Barnes family,

sounded annoyed, then

“Kenzo didn’t visit you?”

around

“That’s typical of him.”

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that Max’s tone had shifted significantly. It seemed Max and Kenzo had a solid relationship, and by extension, he was quite gentle with

downstairs, greeting her with a warm smile. “Ms.

sight of a massive bookcase near the floor-to-ceiling windows, adorned

considering her bandaged

queued up a scientific research-themed film.

in Beaconsfield, Brielle hadn’t integrated into the Haywood

seldom attended. Between her demanding

attended, she heard Alivia’s name whispered among the crowd. Eight out of ten elite

her school days, Alivia’s grades had been stellar. No one dared reduce her to a mere trophy. And among Beaconsfield’s men, Max stood out. His innate business acumen

hesitation.

skepticism, Michael, a top-tier businessman, never concealed his favoritism