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.

this world, there were two types of people who were simply drawn to each other. Mason had tried to resist and reject Tiffanie, but if her influence was inevitable, then

room, she felt utterly drained. She stared blankly at the

the heater. As the warmth spread,

two in the morning, and with a weary effort, she applied ointment to the cuts on her

serious. The cold has slowed down the infection, and the local doctors

a relieved sigh, hearing Kenzo’s voice on

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Brielle

not to

be back

“Which hospital will you

Patrick, ever the rational one, advised, “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.

lips pressed together, knowing

through once more, taking over the call. His tone was still gentle. “Patrick’s right, Brielle. I’ll be fine. I heard you’re hurt, too.

sorry,

nothing to apologize for. It’s

way. Thankfully, he was alright, or

felt a weight lift from her chest. She even