Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 660

Even the so–called grabbing a bite was something she squeezed into her hectic schedule.

Brielle nodded, the lack of sleep evident in the faint shadows under her eyes.

Max watched her swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he pinned her against the wall outside the elevator. He kissed her for several long minutes before striding away.

With a sense of loss, Brielle’s lashes drooped. As she lifted her hand to wipe her lips, she looked up to find several colleagues from the executive floor staring in shock not far away.

Oh, crap.

Not only were her colleagues from the top floor there but so were several executives from Dorsey International. Everyone seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move.

They must have exited the elevator in the wrong place–how else could they have caught Max and Brielle kissing?

The usually stoic Max had one arm around her waist, the other cupping the back of her head, looking like he hadn’t had enough of the kiss. His usual aura of unapproachability seemed to have dissipated somewhat. He even bent slightly to whisper something to Brielle.

Her face turned beet red. She had forgotten the time. It was Dorsey International’s office hours, and though it was still early, her top–floor colleagues were always diligent and the earliest to arrive.

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unable to snap out of

possibly be their CEO. And the woman, smiling as she wiped her lips, calmly greeting them–that couldn’t possibly be the same Brielle who had been a director at Dorsey

playing tricks on them, or had the world gone mad?

and only once the doors closed did she slump against the

was

photo of Brielle and Max kissing. Although it was just

eye most was their CEO pulling someone into his embrace,

at Dorsey International. Nobody was indiscreet enough to

still burning up. It was her first time being caught red–handed by

just as she was about to leave. “Ms. Haywood, where are

new

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called out as she entered, seeing Kenzo sitting at the

the slums, twisting and turning. If not for