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?]

I can’t lean

from the storms, but also smother her

not. Only then could she be a whole

to cure with affection was a sure way to worsen

the truth she had

[Don’t get hurt.]

he

quickly forced herself to set aside personal matters and

that Simon and his wife had gone to

behind the scenes,

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

do was to grab a hold of William’s weak spots.

11:02

for so many years, it was unlikely he’d

a pen in her fingers. How would she handle this?

business, when you’re short on leverage and need to close the gap with a rival you either bulk up your own chips

were Simon and his wife.

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