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.”

Max’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His gaze raked over her, and his voice roughened.

with understanding. They’d both been so busy tangled in–miscommunications, and

reconnect

her arrival, but with the executives due to

turning to leave,

looked back to see him touch his lips – the message clear

planted a quick kiss

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

could disappear from the planet. Blaming herself for succumbing to temptation, she stormed out, avoiding any eye contact as she headed straight for the private elevator, jabbing the button more than

as she slid into the car. “Your lipstick

lips, realizing the light color had bled beyond their edges. Aubree, with a smirk, handed her a tissue. “Mr. Dorsey must get a

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avoiding a response, and drove them to Stellar Stage Entertainment in silence.

Aubree’s scenes were up soon. They parted ways in the

from Stellar Stage,