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.

and afraid Max would notice, she clumsily

but I’ve 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.

with a businessman like Flynn or just 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 with less than a month by Max’s side, her thinking had already advanced significantly.

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

she was never one. Canaries were for those delicate socialites. Brielle was an eagle, yearning to conquer the blue skies. A gilded cage was never meant for her, and the small world could never contain her. An engagement should not

rarely considered a woman’s future so earnestly, yet now a

Max, do you remember the villa worth over twenty million you gave me?” She spoke

fluttered, followed by a light

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in his tone, she continued, “The one you promised as a ceremonial gift when you first took over the company. I’d like to sell it, but I guess Spencer hasn’t completed the transfer procedures. Could

the couch, Max’s eyes now closed. His eyelashes were

reaching out to tug at his sleeve. Her fingers were caught in his, and he asked, “Shall I make a call now?”

I plan to do with