Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 649

Patrick furrowed his brow as he noticed the shift in the company’s staff–from their initial coldness to a growing acceptance of her, and now, to outright praise. It unsettled him.

Max’s phone rang shortly after. It was a call from his former mentor at Harvard, who mentioned the new secretary. She was the professor’s goddaughter, Annie.

Max had been well–looked after by the professor during his time at Harvard, so he didn’t decline the implied request. Max had thought Michael’s move to be a minor play, but it turned out to be a significant one–Annie was his professor’s goddaughter.

Rubbing his temples, Max recognized this as a hot potato he didn’t want to handle.

Annie knocked and entered, placing the documents on the desk. “Hello.”

There was a respectful tone in her voice, her gaze demure, “These are from my godfather. I just got back to the States this morning and have already met with Michael. I didn’t expect to be placed here, but it came up in conversation with my godfather.”

Her tone was casual, her every move exuding the essence of Brielle.

her away from his office. However, the professor requested that Max allow Annie to gain experience under him as she intended

lines of the professor’s words. She had been abandoned by her parents as a child, and was taken in by the professor. He had supported her education and living expenses all the way to university. He had not only adopted her as his daughter

spoke for a

Annie finally said. “My godfather sent me to learn from you and to complete my doctoral project.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask others.” Max’s

paused, then nodded, “Thank you.” With

nearly brushing. The resemblance–her featurés, poise, and aura–were too similar

files, hesitating to speak. “Mr. Dorsey, do

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the personal entreaty from Max’s former Harvard mentor, meant that Max couldn’t simply send

Max didn’t see the need to discuss such matters. There was only one

She was passing by Dorsey International and hadn’t intended to go in,

replaced by another, even more high–profile Sydney–Ms. Haywood, when are you coming