Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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?]

I can’t lean on

the storms, but also smother her from

and autonomy, where it’s not. Only then could she be

with affection was a sure way to worsen the disease.

was the truth she had

[Don’t get hurt.]

didn’t stop her; he knew Brielle was different.

but she quickly forced herself to set aside personal matters and focus on the crisis at hand.

and his wife had gone to the hospital, the online storm hadn’t

behind the scenes,

to act, and then use that as

to grab a hold of William’s weak spots.

11:02

for so many years, it was unlikely

pinching a pen in her fingers. How would she handle

clicked. In business, when you’re short on leverage and need to close the gap with a rival you either bulk

wife. To dilute that,

pawns useless.

smirk curled Brielle’s lips as