Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 121

Max hesitated when he saw the founder relinquish control, that was why he made those

remarks to Alivia.

During the meeting, his proposal to invest in the company called Book wasn’t about playing the waiting game; he was biding his time for the founder to reach out first. If the founder decided to keep a firm grip on the company’s reins, there was no need to fret about Book’s future. After all, no one understood its trajectory better than the person who started it all.

But clearly, the founder hadn’t grasped this issue, because according to the intel from Alivia, the founder was still in talks with several other venture capital firms.

Brielle, with only three years of professional experience under her belt, had been devouring financial knowledge since her college days. In four years of undergrad, she’d amassed more wisdom than some grad students do in seven.

The office was dead silent, the few people present barely dared to breathe. And there was Max, sitting in the quiet glow of the room, who after a long pause, finally gave a gentle nod, “Early next month, you’ll accompany me abroad.”

It was the second time he’d be taking Brielle on a business trip in a short span.

Brielle froze. The last auction event was common knowledge at the company, and many were speculating about his opinion of her. Now he was taking her on another trip, seemingly unfazed by the risk of sparking rumors.

“Mr. Dorsey, if it’s about Book, you really needn’t bother. As long as the founder doesn’t change his mind, you’re definitely not going to invest.”

“Brielle, what’s got you so twisted up?”

lost. She even thought she’d heard him wrong and, mindful of the two executives sitting nearby, she quickly composed herself, “What are you implying,

you trying to avoid the appearance of

eyes to Brielle, sensing something off in

that it was time to leave. Feeling like they were sitting

the door even closed, Max’s icy voice cut through. “Do you really think you can avoid

The door shut firmly, and whatever was said next was

their backs slick with perspiration. They had climbed to their current positions by knowing

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knowing look, aware that Brielle was untouchable, at least until the president

closed, Brielle let out a sigh of relief, “Uncle Max, aren’t you worried they’ll

people who sit in this chair have a bit of

was thoroughly

random call from him while she was dining with Kenzo,

Was that why he kept texting and calling? Had he secretly listened

to joke about whether he was jealous, fearing she might

wanted you to marry Alivia,

Max cared about her even a smidgeon, he’d surely say no, but his response