Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 699

Max was indeed heading out to schmooze that evening, with Patrick behind the wheel and Annie perched in the passenger seat. Arnie had initially planned to sit in the back with Max, but after Patrick coughed subtly, she took the hint and gracefully slid into the shotgun position.

Max settled into the backseat alone, quietly flipping through the documents needed for InnovTech Solutions. His phone lay beside him as if in wait for a message.

After the day’s events, he even had Patrick set him up with a Twitter account. It was his first foray into the world of social media, and while he had meant to defend Brielle in a tweet, Patrick had advised against it. The chaos of the day was too much, and those vile Tweets were attacking Brielle’s personal life. If he stepped into the fray, it would only tarnish her further.

His account wasn’t verified, so no one knew he was the CEO of Dorsey International. Even his username was a jumble of characters.

After reviewing the documents for a while, Max checked his Twitter.

Upon signing up, the platform auto–followed a bunch of accounts. Frowning slightly, he unfollowed each one meticulously, and then he found Brielle’s profile and hit follow.

spirits, but then, a wave of inexplicable melancholy washed over him. He suppressed the feeling, returning his attention to

having a female secretary around, as Max’s entourage

competent, often quietly working on her doctoral thesis as if soaking up real–world experience from the job.

slightest error for Patrick to pick at. He had grown accustomed to her presence. Especially with what happened just now, he coughed, and Annie promptly moved upfront, clearly not interested in any extracurricular

car was silent, save for the sound of Max’s fingers turning the pages of his documents. The dinner with InnovTech Solutions went smoothly. As they were wrapping up, the CEO of InnovTech received a

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Mr. Dorsey from Dorsey International. What would you like? Alright, I’ll bring it home later. You’re not getting fat. How could

seemed somewhat sheepish. “Ten years of marriage, and I get an earful every time I’m homw late.

himself. It seemed that even someone as distinguished as Max could harbor envy for others. Perhaps this was his first real taste of sour and bitter