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 it

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

or had the world gone mad? Wasn’t Brielle Mr.

the doors closed did she slump against

it was over.

of Brielle and Max kissing. Although it was just a blurry silhouette, the morning sun’s golden light, the clouds outside the floor–to–ceiling windows, and the titanium–white overhead lights all made

most was their CEO pulling someone into his embrace,

circulated internally at Dorsey International. Nobody was

first time being caught red–handed by so many people. Though she managed to greet others, she wished she could just

she was about to leave. “Ms. Haywood, where are you off to?”

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screenwriters willing to sell their scripts to them? Stellar Stage Entertainment was slowly improving its reputation, but everyone was still taking a wait–and–see

an area she remembered was nearly set for demolition years ago. There were a few famous local eateries there. She had eaten at one during her college days, and the memory was fresh in her mind,

seeing Kenzo sitting

remote location, akin to the alleys in the slums, twisting and turning. If