Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 307

The chill in the man’s aura seemed to grow colder, like the frost on a winter’s morning.

Outside the elevator, Noah was blissfully unaware of the icy tension building inside. Hearing. Brielle’s response, he mistakenly thought his concern had not gone unnoticed, and he doubled. down on his effort. “Hey, I heard you hurt your leg. I know this top–notch doc. Want me to take you over after work?”

Others from the company’s upper echelon were also outside the elevator, but Noah didn’t bother to hide his intentions. His pursuit of Brielle was public knowledge, and so would be the eventual breakup. After all, the only one who would face embarrassment was Brielle.

Noah planned to make the breakup a spectacle, hoping to gain some points with Alivia. With that thought, he felt quite pleased with himself.

Brielle, on the other hand, found Noah irksomely verbose. She couldn’t remember finding him this annoying before. She frowned, aware that many eyes were upon them.

Surely, with Max trapped as well, the executives had all come to show their concern. Was Noah putting on a show for the whole crowd?

Using the light from her phone, she noticed a slight furrow in Max’s brow, suggesting he was also growing tired of Noah’s persistence.

“Brielle, that doctor is really good.” Noah was now feeling relentless and noticed the murmuring of the e executives around him. All except for the HR Director and the Finance Director, who seemed at a loss for words.

hitting on the boss‘ mistress? They looked at Noah with a mix of pity and disbelief, but he was preoccupied with winning Brielle over

great steakhouse not far from the clinic, with a view overlooking all of Beaconsfield from the window seats.

coming on but kept her cool. “Thanks for the

elevator doors opened. Seeing Max, Noah reluctantly greeted him with respect, “Mr.

a sheet of ice. For a moment, Noah

took a moment to regain her composure before speaking politely. “Mr. Dorsey, I’ll be back at work as soon as my leg heals. I

lips pressed into a thin line, managing only a curt, “Hmm.”

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followed, “Brielle, you’re injured. Let me drive you home. It’d be bad if the wound got infected.” He shadowed Brielle

Brielle intolerably irksome, but what reason

and he eventually instructed Patrick.

home.”

formal “Ms. Haywood,” which seemed perfectly reasonable to the other executives – just a

tasked by Max, nodded,

Noah, I thought I made