Master of his heart

Chapter 699

Max was indeed heading out to schmooze that evening, with Patrick behind the wheel and Annie perched in the passenger seat. Arnie had initially planned to sit in the back with Max, but after Patrick coughed subtly, she took the hint and gracefully slid into the shotgun position.

Max settled into the backseat alone, quietly flipping through the documents needed for InnovTech Solutions. His phone lay beside him as if in wait for a message.

After the day’s events, he even had Patrick set him up with a Twitter account. It was his first foray into the world of social media, and while he had meant to defend Brielle in a tweet, Patrick had advised against it. The chaos of the day was too much, and those vile Tweets were attacking Brielle’s personal life. If he stepped into the fray, it would only tarnish her further.

His account wasn’t verified, so no one knew he was the CEO of Dorsey International. Even his username was a jumble of characters.

After reviewing the documents for a while, Max checked his Twitter.

of accounts. Frowning slightly, he unfollowed each one meticulously, and then he found Brielle’s

his following list lifted his spirits, but then, a wave of inexplicable melancholy washed over him. He suppressed the

driving up front, wasn’t entirely used to having a female secretary around, as Max’s entourage had always been

other women. She was competent,

had personally recommended Annie to Max, and she performed flawlessly, leaving not even the slightest error for Patrick to pick at. He had grown accustomed to her presence. Especially with what happened just now, he coughed, and Annie promptly moved upfront, clearly not interested in any extracurricular relationship with Max. Patrick

sound of Max’s fingers turning the pages of his documents. The dinner with InnovTech Solutions went smoothly. As they were wrapping up, the CEO of InnovTech received a call from his wife. He quickly excused himself with an apologetic smile. “Mr. Dorsey, I need to take this call. My apologies.”

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as the man stepped away to whisper, “I’m out for dinner with Mr. Dorsey from Dorsey International. What would you like? Alright, I’ll bring it home later. You’re not getting fat. How