Master of his heart

Chapter 121
Max hesitated when he saw the founder relinquish control, that was why he
made those
remarks to Alivia.
During the meeting, his proposal to invest in the company called Book wasn’t
about playing the waiting game; he was biding his time for the founder to reach
out first. If the founder decided to keep a firm grip on the company’s reins, there
was no need to fret about Book's future. After all, no one understood its trajectory
better than the person who started it all.
But clearly, the founder hadn't grasped this issue, because according to the intel
from Alivia, the founder was still in talks with several other venture capital firms.
Brielle, with only three years of professional experience under her belt, had been
devouring financial knowledge since her college days. In four years of undergrad,
she'd amassed more wisdom than some grad students do in seven.
The office was dead silent, the few people present barely dared to breathe. And
there was Max, sitting in the quiet glow of the room, who after a long pause,
finally gave a gentle nod, “Early next month, you'll accompany me abroad.”
It was the second time he'd be taking Brielle on a business trip in a short span.
Brielle froze. The last auction event was common knowledge at the company,
and many were speculating about his opinion of her. Now he was taking her on
another trip, seemingly unfazed by the risk of sparking rumors.
“Mr. Dorsey, if it's about Book, you really needn't bother. As long as the founder
doesn’t change his mind, you're definitely not going to invest.”
“Brielle, what's got you so twisted up?”
The subject changed so abruptly that Brielle was momentarily lost. She even
thought she'd heard him wrong and, mindful of the two executives sitting nearby,
she quickly composed herself, “What are you implying, Mr. Dorsey?”
“Are you trying to avoid the appearance of impropriety?”
The two executives sneaked a glance at Max, then shifted their eyes to Brielle,
sensing something off in the president's demeanor towards her.
Patrick coughed softly, signalling the two executives with a gesture that it was
time to leave. Feeling like they were sitting on hot coals, the executives couldn't
wait to scurry out.
Before the door even closed, Max's icy voice cut through. “Do you really think
you can avoid this?”
“Bang!” The door shut firmly, and whatever was said next was lost to those
outside.
Cold sweat beaded on the foreheads of the two executives, their backs slick with
perspiration. They had climbed to their current positions by knowing which
secrets to keep buried. The two
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shared a knowing look, aware that Brielle was untouchable, at least until the
president decided otherwise.
Once the door was closed, Brielle let out a sigh of relief, “Uncle Max, aren't you
worried they'll spread gossip?”
“Don't the people who sit in this chair have a bit of discretion?”
Alright, Brielle was thoroughly convinced.
Max could be unapologetically headstrong. She remembered the random call
from him while she was dining with Kenzo, a flicker of hope stirring within her.
Was he bothered by her dinner with Kenzo? Was that why he kept texting and
calling? Had he secretly listened to that long voicemail?
Still, Brielle was too timid, not daring to joke about whether he was jealous,
fearing she might be reading too much into it. So, she chose a more tactful
question.
“Uncle Max, if the Dorsey family wanted you to marry Alivia, would you?”
If Max cared about her even a smidgeon, he'd surely say no, but his response
was, “I'm considering it.”
Those words lashed her like a barbed whip. It stung.
“And what if Ms. Alivia asked you to invest in Book?”
“I'd refuse.”
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Max of being unfeeling and callous?
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Brielle, adept at self-regulation, quickly shook off the brief hurt and analyzed the
founder of Book.
“The founder is missing a crucial quality — a mission to serve humanity.”
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Brielle had just finished her analysis when she noticed Max standing close by,
looking down at her. Confusion in her eyes, she hadn't time to react before he
grasped her wrist and led her toward the break room.