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?]

I can’t lean

the storms, but also smother

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

a sure way to

had

[Don’t get hurt.]

stop her; he knew Brielle

flashing in her eyes, but she quickly forced herself to set aside personal matters and focus on

gone to the

from behind the scenes, his real

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

she needed to do was to grab a hold

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for so many years,

back, pinching a pen in her fingers. How would she

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

and his wife. To

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