Chapter 67

Max lowered his head towards the laptop, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keys. Even in the confines of a luxury car, he was still engaged in a video conference with the executives back home.

Noticing Brielle’s movement, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he whispered, “Quiet down, will you?”

He had already muted the microphone on his end. He could hear the corporate bigwigs’ reports, but they couldn’t catch a peep from his side.

Brielle’s heart felt like it had been struck by something, regretting her impulsiveness. She tried to stealthily withdraw her hand, but he caught it and pressed it against the leather

seat.

There was warmth on one side, coolness on the other this extreme intimacy brewing in the dim light. Her remaining rationale was nearly exhausted.

hand

brow furrowing enough to crush a fly. After

Max’s video meeting with her antics, it was clear how

private.

about shame, I probably

loss for words for the first time, his face cycling through various shades before he finally pulled back, deciding to drop

all, Max hadn’t said a word, clearly

a while before feeling unbearably stifled. “Max, how about we

of the wealthy, and surely many would be

was an even more exclusive spot. Perched at the very top of the skyscraper, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, one could look down and trample the city’s glitz underfoot. If it were

North American elite circles

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