Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 448

She composed herself and slipped out of the men’s restroom quietly.

Reaching the top floor lobby, she caught sight of Spencer, the man she had just hooked up with. After their heated moment, he was impeccably dressed and engaged in conversation with the company’s executives.

A wave of pride washed over Sydney. Had she known she’d be left feeling this satisfied, she would’ve been more cooperative when things initially got heated. A smirk played on her lips. Just as she was about to head down the corridor toward the elevator, the private lift doors slid open, and Max stepped out.

Startled, Sydney dropped her gaze and attempted to make a discreet exit, but Max spoke up. “Are you Brielle’s assistant?”

Her body stiffened, a flush of excitement coloring her face. Was the CEO actually speaking to her directly?

Just a few days ago, Spencer had instructed her to delay Max, to keep him from leaving the office. Despite her efforts, Max hadn’t so much as glanced her way. Back then, she felt like the unattainable was just that–unattainable. But now, Max was initiating conversation.

Up close, his features were even more striking, and Sydney had to pinch herself to stay composed. “Yes, Mr. Dorsey, Ms. Haywood promoted me as her assistant just a few days

ago.”

“Follow me,” he

the way to his

she felt the weight of everyone’s gazes on her as if

to also

Sydney hurried to keep up. As she approached the CEO’s office, she felt Spencer’s eyes

their previous encounters, Spencer had hardly acknowledged her, but now he was watching her every move. Could it be that he was having trouble letting go?

she was about to enter the CEO’s office, she wondered what Max would say. Perhaps his intentions mirrored Spencer’s–maybe

She fancied the notion that the Dorsey men might’ve been

breath to steady herself,

that it seemed to slow time and space itself. The sunlight filtered in, illuminating his desk and accentuating his untouchable

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Chapter 443

Sydney wanted to surrender,

didn’t linger on her. She was nothing more than an extra plece

him.

she asked, her voice quivering with a hint

women, didn’t pick up on her intent.