Master of his heart

Chapter 122

Chapter 122

“Mr. Dorsey?”

The room spun as she found herself pinned on the couch in the break room. Brielle’s mind was a blur. What on earth was Max up to?

Her eyes widened in shock and just as she attempted to rise, she was pulled back into his embrace. His breath tickled her ear, sending her heartbeat into a frenzy. She couldn’t help but lick her lips nervously.

“Mr. Dorsey, isn’t it work hours?” she managed to say.

Max chuckled, his fingers grazing her side playfully, “What do you think I want to do?”

The irritation bubbled inside Brielle. They were already on the couch, so what else could happen? Were they going to whisper sweet nothings under a cozy blanket?

Rolling her eyes inwardly, she couldn’t help but savoring the private moment.

and afraid Max would notice, she

titan like Flynn to the founder of Book might seem unfair, but I’ve seriously studied Flynn’s speeches. A founder who transcends the pursuit of money, the

Haywood family without such opportunities to rub shoulders with these giants, but with less than a month by Max’s side, her

let her go. She was indeed talented. Among the Beaconsfield socialites who were versed in arts and culture,

socialites. Brielle was an eagle, yearning to conquer the blue skies. A gilded cage was never meant for

considered a woman’s future so earnestly, yet now

another small request. “By the way, Uncle Max, do you remember the villa

fluttered, followed by a

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a ceremonial gift when you first took over the company. I’d like to sell it, but I guess Spencer hasn’t completed

couch, Max’s eyes now closed. His eyelashes were long, his skin perfect,

Her fingers were caught in his, and he asked, “Shall I make

what I plan to do with the money?” After all, it

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