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?]

can’t lean on

her from the storms, but also smother her from

it’s intimate, and autonomy, where it’s not. Only then could she be a whole person, and only a whole person could love

cure with affection was a sure way to

the truth she had grasped in

[Don’t get hurt.]

didn’t stop her; he knew Brielle was

a softness flashing in her eyes, but she quickly forced herself to set aside personal matters and focus on the crisis

and his wife had gone to the hospital, the online storm

from behind the scenes, his real target wasn’t her–it

Max to act, and then use that as leverage against

needed to do was to grab a hold

11:02

William being cautious for so many years,

pinching a pen in her fingers. How would she handle

leverage and need to close the gap with a rival you either bulk up your own chips

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

pawns useless.

Brielle’s lips as