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.”

she needed. “Got

the office, like a large pane

furrowed.

response, and the call had been abruptly

instant. Max made a call to the building’s security, instructing them to check the top floor, and began dressing in a dark, heavy coat.

well. “What’s happening?

have an early day at the

last thing on Brielle’s mind at

Max reluctantly agreed, and together they

International.

security team called to inform him they hadn’t seen

Annie leaving the CEO’s office in a panic, followed by a cell phone being

with the police. Find

scurried to trace Annie’s last known whereabouts. It was clear

from the start and even employing a top–tier hacker to disable the surrounding

no

for several years, but upon hearing his goddaughter was in trouble, he insisted

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

the call, looking utterly exhausted, Brielle saw him rub his temples, directing his staff to scour every street corner. They didn’t return to