Master of his heart

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.

a drum, and afraid Max would notice, she clumsily changed

seriously studied Flynn’s speeches. A founder who transcends the pursuit of money, the simplicity of ambition, the public opinion, and truly wants to do something big – he might just become invincible. That’s probably why Flynn managed to make a dent across North America. The founder of Book, even though successful for a first–timer, lacks these

watching their talks could be profoundly enlightening. She had spent over a decade with the Haywood family without such opportunities to rub shoulders with these giants, but

waist. Brielle surprised him quite a bit. He finally understood why Ryan couldn’t let her go. She was indeed talented. Among the Beaconsfield socialites who

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

considered a woman’s future so earnestly, yet now a faint smile

way, Uncle Max, do you remember the villa worth over twenty million you gave me?” She spoke without a hint of embarrassment.

eyelashes fluttered, followed by a light laugh,

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the company. I’d like to sell it, but I guess Spencer hasn’t completed the transfer procedures. Could you maybe oversee that for me? My words don’t carry much weight with him as a fiancée.”

were long, his skin perfect, his presence

reaching out to tug at his sleeve. Her fingers were caught

I plan to do with the money?” After all, it was over twenty million.