Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 339

Mason paused mid–stride, a hint of confusion shadowing his features as he turned back. “What’s up? Did we miss something important Just now?”

The two had just settled on the early size of their startup. Mason and his crew of techies hadn’t quite cracked the code on monetizing their venture, but Brielle, with her finance degree, was the one who had a handle on that aspect. She had already outlined the company’s trajectory for the upcoming year, and Mason had been on board with the plan.

Now, he looked perplexed.

Brielle opened her mouth, then slowly shut it again. “It’s nothing. I’ll transfer the funds to the company account soon.”

Mason chuckled, his tone light and teasing. “Alright then, once we go public, I might just make you President.”

Brielle didn’t respond. Instead, she escorted them out. She hesitated multiple times, wanting to speak, but Mason, walking ahead, didn’t see.

Stepping into the elevator, Mason glanced back at Brielle. “Ever since I saw you handle that meeting with the Hartley Group’s CEO, I knew you were meant for big things. It’s been a pleasure working together.”

Brielle’s lips curved into a small smile as she pressed the elevator button for him. “A pleasure indeed.”

As the elevator doors slid shut, Brielle was left staring at the empty hallway. Her hand massaged her temples. A headache was coming on.

Brielle still hadn’t managed to voice the complexity of her relationship with Mason.

her influence was inevitable, then his feelings for her would eventually

in her room, she felt utterly drained. She stared blankly at the ceiling, rubbing at her temples again.

As the warmth

effort, she applied ointment

leg, but it’s nothing serious. The cold has

voice on

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Brielle

and not to worry. This wasn’t her

we’ll be back shortly. Make sure you take

energy. “Which hospital will you be taking him to?”

“Regardless of the hospital, it’s best you don’t visit. The Barnes family is already suspicious about Mr. Kenzo’s injury. Rumors are flying that it’s because of you. If you show up, it’ll only confirm their suspicions,

lips pressed together, knowing

gentle. “Patrick’s right, Brielle. I’ll be fine. I heard you’re hurt, too. Take care of yourself, and once this gossip blows over, let’s grab a meal

sorry,

sharpened. “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s not your

way. Thankfully, he was alright, or she would

call, Brielle felt a weight lift from her chest. She even managed to make herself some