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.”

quickly capturing the image of the face that had just appeared. “I’ve got the stuff. I’m on

up, glancing at the screen, “Isn’t

the mention of ‘Kenzo’, she

son of the

forgot to give it to him.” The woman sounded annoyed, then

“Kenzo didn’t visit you?”

made a quick loop around Palm Beach and then

“That’s typical of him.”

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had a solid relationship, and by extension, he was quite gentle with Alivia.

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

nodded, eyes catching the sight of a massive bookcase near the floor-to-ceiling windows, adorned with

her bandaged hand, suggested, “Ms. Brielle,

queued up a scientific research-themed film.

Beaconsfield, Brielle hadn’t integrated into the Haywood family nor the social elite of the town

attended. Between her demanding studies and distaste for

single event she attended, she heard Alivia’s name whispered

her to a mere trophy. And among Beaconsfield’s men, Max stood out. His innate business acumen had caught his grandfather’s eye, who entrusted him

hesitation.

external skepticism, Michael, a top-tier businessman,