Chapter 373

Max slumped into his office chair, the weight of the world seemingly on his shoulders.

Patrick tiptoed behind him. Max was probably steaming mad, fuming at Ms. Brielle for not letting Max get out of the car and at himself for actually listening to her.

Max wasn’t the type to laugh much on a good day, and when he was mad, hysteria was the last thing you’d see. His eyes just got darker, his presence more hushed.

But the quieter he got, the more danger seemed to linger in the air.

Patrick instinctively tried to make himself as small as possible.

The office fell into a deathly silence, the air thinning with tension.

Buzz.

Max’s phone vibrated on the desk. He glanced at it, a text from Brielle.

[Can I try to handle this on my own first?]

The anger in his chest popped like a balloon, but discomfort still simmered. He texted back.

[How long?]

can’t lean on

shield her from the storms, but also smother her

then could she be a whole person,

a sure way to

had grasped in

[Don’t get hurt.]

stop her; he knew Brielle

forced herself to set aside personal matters and focus on the

to the hospital, the online storm

from behind the scenes,

to corner her, force Max to act,

she needed to do was to grab a

11:02

so many years, it was unlikely

pinching a pen in her fingers. How would

short on leverage and need to close the gap with a rival you either bulk up

now, William’s chips were Simon and his wife. To dilute that, she had to make

pawns useless.

Brielle’s lips

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