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

storms, but also smother her

where it’s intimate, and autonomy, where it’s not. Only then could she be a whole person, and

to cure with affection was a sure way to worsen the disease.

had grasped in their brief encounters.

[Don’t get hurt.]

her; he knew Brielle was different.

she quickly forced herself to set aside personal matters and focus on the

had gone to the hospital, the online storm hadn’t calmed.

was orchestrating this from behind the scenes, his real

to act, and then use

to do was to grab

11:02

William being cautious for so many years,

in her fingers. How would she handle this?

it clicked. In business, when you’re short on leverage and need to close the

his wife. To dilute that, she had to make

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