Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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A few seconds later, her eyes widened, and she forgot about her embarrassment. “You are Mason? What brings you back in the country?”

Mason froze, then his features cooled off. “Sorry, you’ve got the wrong guy.

Realizing her mistake, Brielle hurried to catch up to him. “I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I’m Brielle from Dorsey International’s M&A division. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve been collecting information on the company you started abroad, and I was wondering-”

She was cut off as Mason interjected, “Dorsey International? The same Dorsey International that Max is part of?”

Brielle stopped in her tracks and nodded slowly, noting the sneer that appeared on Mason’s face. “Does Max know you’re here trying to talk cooperation with me?”

Brielle frowned. Could there be bad blood between these two?

Mason’s expression returned to neutral as he waved a dismissive hand. “I have no interest in acquisitions or investments from Dorsey International. Don’t bother me with this.”

Standing there, Brielle felt a sinking feeling. The very company Mason had founded was her next business trip’s target, and she had never imagined she would bump into the founder back. home.

did Mason harbor such disdain for Dorsey International? She hadn’t uncovered any information linking Mason to

phone, thought for a moment, and

through the silence. The executives exchanged nervous glances, sweat beading on their foreheads. Who could be so careless as to not silence their phone

finance director was the first to speak up. “Whose phone is that? Turn it

vibrating phone beside him and pressed the answer button. The reporting individual quickly fell silent, as did everyone else, not daring

nearby floor–to–ceiling window, visibly brightening. “What’s

of land, and never even received a thank you, let alone a returned message. Max felt a bit stifled, but now that she was calling him, his lips couldn’t help but curl

this a thank you call?

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Dorsey, do you

silent, and the other executives nearby could almost feel a chill sweeping

see his face, nor could she gauge his mood. “The company I’m planning to approach was founded by Mason. I just ran into him here, and it seems like a great opportunity to connect with him, but he seems to have a strong aversion to Dorsey International. I want to understand why. Mr.

had ever seen. She had agreed so sweetly in bed that she would call him by his name, and here she was, just two days later, politely

told you to use my

was audible, and everyone in the meeting room heard it, causing a collective jolt.