Master of his heart

Chapter 373

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?]

week. I can’t lean on

could shield her from the storms, but also smother her from

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

cure with affection was a

she had grasped in

[Don’t get hurt.]

her; he knew Brielle

quickly forced herself to set aside

Simon and his wife had gone to the hospital, the

from behind the scenes, his real target wasn’t

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

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

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cautious for so many years, it was unlikely he’d slip up

in her fingers. How would she

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

were Simon and his wife. To dilute that, she had to make those

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