Master of his heart

Chapter 295
Inside the Premier Palace, the sound of Patrick's phone ringing cut through the
quiet intensity of the room. He glanced at the screen, saw the name flashing, and
promptly notified Max. “Sir, you have a call from Ms. Brielle.”
Patrick was expecting Max to pick up immediately, but he was met with a
surprise. Max continued to sift through the corporate documents as if deaf to the
world.
The phone continued its persistent melody.
Patrick was perplexed. What was going on with the boss? Just last night, Max
had someone stationed at the hospital to protect Ms. Brielle from the desperate
Haywood clan, who might threaten her.
All signs pointed to Max caring for Ms. Brielle. Yet now, his reaction was non—
existent.
Though Max didn’t say. Patrick surmised that the scheme that unfolded last night
must have involved Brielle. They had since locked down all information from
reaching the outside world. No one would know Max had been there.
As for Lillian, the instigator, her fate was uncertain after falling from the high wall.
Perhaps she had already been consumed by the flames.
Patrick had personally overseen the information blackout, confident he knew
Max's mind inside
out.
Patrick assumed that Max's actions were to shield Brielle. Even so, he was not a
deity; oversights occurred. If something happened to Brielle, what then?
Andrew's face flashed in Patrick’s mind, and he frowned. He couldn't help but
feel that Mr. Clements wasn’t too fond of Ms. Brielle. He hoped Mr. Clements
wouldn't take any drastic
steps.
With a sigh, Patrick noticed Max's phone finally quieting down, while Max himself
remained in a state of cool detachment.
Soon after, Patrick's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and promptly
informed Max. “Sir, Ms. Brielle is calling me now.”
Max finally reacted, lifting his gaze slightly. “Mmm, tell her to focus on her
recovery. Dorsey International needs her.”
It that needed her, not Max. Brielle was a smart woman; she would
as Dorso Int
understand.
Patrick grew more puzzled. Had they fought again? But judging by Max's
demeanor, this seemed particularly serious.
He answered the call. “Ms. Brielle.”
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“Patrick, where's Max?”
“The boss isn’t feeling well and can’t come to the phone right now. Perhaps you
could try again tomorrow, Ms. Brielle.”
“What's wrong with him?”
Brielle’s voice was laced with urgency, but remembering Aubree was nearby, she
restrained herself. “Has he seen a doctor?”
Patrick paused briefly before delivering the premeditated response.
“Mr. Dorsey has been running on empty since his trip overseas. The doctor has
seen him and prescribed rest. So he'll be stepping back from company matters
for a few days.”
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He didn't even take her call. Was he unconscious?
Brielle was worried sick and felt the phone call wasn’t enough to express her
concern. She considered visiting Premier Palace. “I understand. Tell him to rest
well.”
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Brielle's sake. He almost got hurt in
the process. and she was none the
wiser — such an unbalanced affair.
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Yet, that was just Max's way. He never boasted about his actions. Maybe he did
not understand why he felt compelled to be there for Ms. Brielle.
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A fleeting romantic gesture was merely a momentary dazzle, but enduring
affection was true tenderness.
Still, what Max was doing now was beyond Patrick's grasp.