Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 316

Brielle caught Max’s reaction out of the corner of her eye, but she didn’t let it faze her. After all, the cat was out of the bag. She had bigger fish to fry at the moment.

Her gaze shifted to Noah, and she strode over with determination. “Mr. Noah, I need to speak with you. Is now a good time?” she inquired, her tone casual yet firm.

At that moment, Max had just reached the door of his office. Hearing Brielle’s request, his hand paused mid–motion. He was supposed to head in and shut the door, shutting out everything else, but a wrinkle formed between his brows. Hadn’t he told Brielle the other day that Noah was already taken? And now, here she was, on her day off, seeking a private conversation with Noah. Was she really angling for a lunch date with the guy? The thought alone darkened his mood considerably.

The others in the office, eavesdropping on the exchange, were equally surprised. During the elevator mishap a few days prior, most of the senior staff were present when Noah was notably attentive to Brielle and even invited her to dinner. Now, even as Brielle was still recovering, she was making a point to look for Noah at the office. Were the two of them an item now?

Curious and confused glances were exchanged around the room.

Undeterred by the surrounding stares, Brielle kept her focus on Noah. A gleam of triumph flickered in Noah’s eyes, tinged with a touch of irony. He had wondered how long Brielle would hold out. It seemed just a few caring words from him had been enough to make her cave.

“Easy prey,” he mused. It looked like he’d be reporting back to Alivia sooner than expected.

restaurant I mentioned the other day still has a table free tonight. I’ll make a reservation right

frowned, sensing his misunderstanding, but didn’t bother to correct him. “No need for a restaurant. Your

front of everyone that she wanted to go

this way. please. After

Brielle?”

walked away, the rest of the upper management remained rooted to

doorway as if struck by a spell. He noticed a few glances in his direction

did Brielle want to talk about? Max’s brow furrowed in

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reason for his boss‘ preoccupation. Max was probably green with jealousy. Patrick subtly nudged him. “Mr. Dorsey, perhaps we should head

without a word; his face was a mask of indifference. Patrick followed

documents on his desk. Patrick, standing before him, noticed the papers were

while, he looked up at Patrick. “What’s

no clue about the place; he rarely dined out