Master of his heart

Chapter 222

And after Brielle was hung up on, she called back to find that Max had turned off his phone. With a frown etched on her face and worry that she might not see Mason again if she left, she decided to call Patrick.

At that moment, Patrick stood by Max, expecting a call from a business associate. When his phone rang, he glanced at the screen and saw Brielle’s name flashing. His gut reaction was to steal a glance at Max.

Max sensed the shift in Patrick’s attention, his grip on the pen tightening as if he was about to snap it in half. “Brielle?” he asked, a hint of tension in his voice.

Patrick swallowed hard, “It’s Ms. Brielle. Probably about the land deal.”

“Answer it. Put it on speaker,” Max commanded.

Patrick had never felt such pressure just from picking up a phone call. Worried that Brielle might say something out of line, he took the lead with a professional tone, “Ms. Brielle, like I mentioned before, the land deal was all Mr. Dorsey’s doing. If you have thanks to give, you‘ should really direct it to him in person.”

Brielle

land, and she was anxious about coming off as too eager with Max. To avoid any misinterpretation of her intentions, she played along with Patrick’s prompt. “Patrick, I should thank you as well. How

clenched jaw, the pen nearly

Patrick stuttered, “That’s really not necessary.

there’s something else I need your help with.”

her, she had no reason to fret over him. Matters of the heart were reciprocal, and playing a solo act was utterly pointless. She had played that act before with Spencer; she knew better than to stumble over the same stone

dig into Mason’s troubles with Dorsey International,” Brielle requested.

face. “That might be difficult for me to look into. Perhaps you should

off by Brielle, “If you can’t find out, could Kenzo do it? He’s

have heard some

his hair was standing on end. Should he let Ms. Brielle turn to another

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