Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 223

After Brielle hung up the phone, she stayed put, waiting.

It took Mason half an hour to come down, and when he saw her still there, his brow furrowed in an instant, and he quickened his pace.

“Mr. Mason.” Brielle called out. “I’ve done my homework on your company, and I believe it has the potential to be the investment world’s unicorn.”

In the financial world, there was a saying that the most crucial aspect of investing was to back a “unicorn“-missing out on such a company posed a far greater risk than making a mistake with a hundred others.

The term unicorn was thus a massive affirmation for any company, but evidently, Mason didn’t need such affirmation. He even bypassed her and walked straight out of the hospital.

Brielle had never encountered someone so impervious. Dorsey International had taken the initiative to offer an investment, and it was one thing to refuse, but to show such aversion was another.

Mason got into a taxi, and Brielle had no choice but to follow. “Mr. Mason.”

Mason raised his hand to his temple, clearly not expecting her to follow. “I’m off to a class reunion. Are you sure you want to come along?”

this opportunity, not knowing when she’d get another chance to speak with him. “After the reunion, could you spare me a few

serious look, “Ms. Brielle, can you

our conversation

seemed to give up resisting. “Then attend the reunion as my date, and I’ll give you ten

agreement, relieved to have secured some time. Mason, however, stared at the ointment she was clutching, his ears reddening in an

had just come from the gynecologist. Following his gaze to her hand, the shape of the medical.

trying to release heat from every pore in her

also felt awkward and opened the taxi window. “The reunion I’m attending is with high. school classmates. If you’ve been

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but as they arrived, and she

opened the door to the hotel and greeted everyone with a

private room paused for a

got closer and she saw

put her on a pedestal. And Tessa was accustomed

drooped. “Brielle?” Her tone carried a hint of disdain before she looked away.