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

with Max. To avoid any misinterpretation of her intentions, she played along with Patrick’s prompt. “Patrick, I should

catching Max’s clenched jaw, the pen nearly

his brow, Patrick stuttered, “That’s really not necessary. I barely did

there’s something else

was a very clear–headed person. Since she knew that Max saw her only as a fling, she didn’t rush to plead with him. Moreover, he had just hung up on her. If Max didn’t care for 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

into Mason’s troubles with

grew heavier, a wry smile on his face. “That might

off by Brielle, “If you can’t find out, could

heard some

genuine question. Patrick felt like his hair was standing

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