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.

a drum, and afraid Max would notice, she clumsily changed the subject.

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 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

over a decade with the Haywood family without such opportunities to rub shoulders with these giants, but with

bit. He finally understood why Ryan couldn’t let her go. She

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

yet now a faint smile played on his

Uncle Max, do you remember the villa

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like to sell it, but I guess Spencer hasn’t completed the transfer procedures. Could you maybe oversee that for me? My words

now closed. His eyelashes were long,

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

going to ask what I plan to do with

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