Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 659

Brielle watched as he ignored the persistent ringing of his cell phone, silencing it again amidst the nearly suffocating kisses between them. Finally, she reached for the phone herself.

It was an unknown number. Taking a deep breath, she pushed him away, worried that she might be keeping him from something important.

After pressing the answer button, she held the phone to his ear. Max shot her an annoyed glance before hearing Annie’s voice on the line. “Hey, Max.”

Brielle caught the female voice, her eyebrows arching in curiosity.

Max’s hair was tousled, and he wrapped his robe around him as he walked over to the window. “What’s up?”

His voice, rough with lust, came out unintentionally seductive.

Annie paused, then said casually, “I received a file this evening that’s missing a crucial piece of evidence. I called Patrick, and he said the material is in your office. But you’ve always said your office is off–limits without your permission, so that’s why I’m calling you now. Can I go in?”

Considering the professor had specifically asked Max to provide tasks that would assist Annie with her PhD research, he had no reason to refuse her request for materials.

“Go ahead.”

“Is it in the drawer on your left or your right?”

“On the right.”

spotted the document she needed. “Got it, thanks. Sorry for

she could finish, a thunderous sound came from outside the office, like a large pane

furrowed.

was no response, and the call had been

building’s security, instructing them to check the top floor, and began dressing in a dark, heavy

“What’s

get some sleep. You have an early day

the last thing on Brielle’s mind at that

dissuade her, Max reluctantly agreed, and together they headed

International.

hadn’t seen Annie. Max’s frown deepened. “Check the top floor’s surveillance.”

who hastily scanned the footage, only to find images of Annie leaving the CEO’s office in a panic, followed by a cell phone

the police. Find

as his team scurried to trace Annie’s last known whereabouts. It was clear that the

at Dorsey International had come prepared, evading all cameras from the start and even employing a top–tier

was no

years, but upon hearing his goddaughter was in trouble, he insisted on catching the first flight

feeling the chill of the drafty corridor. She heard Max soothing the professor while the old man on

exhausted, Brielle saw him rub his temples, directing his staff to scour every street corner. They didn’t return to Premier Palace and waited at Dorsey International