Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 719

Brielle arrived at the top floor of Dorsey International, and, as usual, Annie was the first person she ran into. However, Annie seemed to be in a sour mood today. She barely acknowledged Brielle’s greeting before resuming whatever she was busily tending to at her desk. With a lunchbox in hand, Brielle didn’t linger and entered Max’s office without knocking a privilege she had always enjoyed.

As the door swung open and she caught sight of five or six executives withiri, her face instantly stiffened. Some were standing others sitting, but all quickly overted their gaze when Brielle entered.

“The presentation is ready for you, boss, one of them said, noting the lunchtime interruption. “We’ll circle back after you’ve eaten.” The executives, avoiding any further eye contact, filed out one by one.

Frozen at the doorway, Brielle felt the lunchbox burning in her grip.

Max closed his laptop and raised an eyebrow at her lingering presence. With nervous energy, Brielle marched forward, her heart pounding like a drum solo as embarrassment washed over her. “Made you breakfast,” she said, attempting a casual tone

Max wrapped an arm around her waist, leaning in for a kiss, but Brielle dodged his advance. “Aubree’s waiting for me downstairs.”

She dreaded the teasing she’d endure from Aubree if she showed up looking too…glowing.

Max sighed and withdrew his arm. At his gesture of disappointment, Brielle’s heart twinged with reluctance. “Tll be back at Premier Palace tonight.”

His gaze raked over her, and his voice roughened. “I’ll make it home

been so busy tangled in–miscommunications,

reconnect

bloom with romantic bubbles at her arrival, but with the executives due

turning to leave, but Max called out, “Brielle.”

to see him touch his lips – the message clear

her arms around his neck and planted a quick kiss on his lips. The moment, however, quickly escalated, and

the project further, I think… The door burst open, revealing one of the previously departed executives, who, upon realizing

planet. Blaming herself for succumbing to temptation, she stormed out, avoiding any eye contact as

Aubree’s eyes on her as she slid

their edges. Aubree, with a smirk, handed her a tissue. “Mr. Dorsey must get a kick out

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clean, avoiding a response, and drove

soon. They parted ways in the parking lot–Brielle to her office,

through the hallway, Brielle greeted young artists from Stellar Stage,