Chapter 373

Max slumped into his office chair, the weight of the world seemingly on his shoulders.

Patrick tiptoed behind him. Max was probably steaming mad, fuming at Ms. Brielle for not letting Max get out of the car and at himself for actually listening to her.

Max wasn’t the type to laugh much on a good day, and when he was mad, hysteria was the last thing you’d see. His eyes just got darker, his presence more hushed.

But the quieter he got, the more danger seemed to linger in the air.

Patrick instinctively tried to make himself as small as possible.

The office fell into a deathly silence, the air thinning with tension.

Buzz.

Max’s phone vibrated on the desk. He glanced at it, a text from Brielle.

[Can I try to handle this on my own first?]

The anger in his chest popped like a balloon, but discomfort still simmered. He texted back.

[How long?]

lean on you

but also

then could she

with affection was a sure way to

the truth she had grasped

[Don’t get hurt.]

her; he

warmed, a softness flashing in her eyes, but she quickly forced herself to set aside personal matters

wife had gone to the

the scenes, his real

corner her, force Max to act, and then use that as

to grab a

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being cautious for so many years, it was unlikely

leaned back, pinching a pen in her fingers. How

and need to close the gap with a

chips were Simon and his wife. To dilute that, she had

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