Chapter 105
Max finally looked up at her. He’d been sitting there for the better part of the evening, and this was the first time he’d actually made eye contact. That was just Max being Max, so Alivia didn’t think anything of
“Personal stuff.”
That was all Max said, two words, before he lowered his head to reply to a message. [I’ll try to get back home early.]
After sending it, he set his phone down and turned back to the documents beside him.
He had pretty much gone through all the files about the new app, and the venture capitalists had shared their insights. In summary, the app, currently valued at a mere billion dollars, was indeed a worthy
investment.
Even Alivia thought so, considering the app’s developer was one of the industry’s leading tech gurus, with hundreds of millions of users in the States alone.
Under normal circumstances, such a valuation wouldn’t have
demanded Max’s personal attention, but what he was really interested in was the app’s potential impact on international lifestyles. Plus, the developer’s mentor was the same as Alivia’s–a titan of the
industry–so naturally, the project was infused with plenty of professional advice.
Max closed the folder and noticed a new message on his phone.
[Added you on WhatsApp. Accept, please.]
Max didn’t even use WhatsApp. He’d registered once, but the flood of contact requests was overwhelming, so he deleted the app. His life revolved around work, with no time for idle chitchat.
He frowned, deliberating for a moment, before finally relenting and redownloading WhatsApp.
Alivia caught this out of the corner of her eye and her expression darkened. Max, chatting with someone?
She bit her lip, pushing her coffee towards him, “Max, my friend wants to meet with you to discuss the investment in detail.”
Her fingers clenched tightly on the table as she pulled out her phone, “So you’re finally getting WhatsApp? My brother and his friends have been complaining for ages. What made you change your mind? Let me add you first. I want to be the first on your friend list.”
“Alivia.” Max logged in, his voice cool and eyes half–closed, “I don’t really use it, so there’s no need to add me.”
His tone was nonchalant, and as soon as he logged in, he saw Brielle’s friend request. At the same time, there was a whole slew of
requests–from Andrew, from Kenzo. He ignored them, searching for Brielle’s message and accepted it.
Brielle was surprised by how quickly he accepted, feeling unexpectedly flattered. She wanted to continue the conversation, but glancing at the time, realized it was late and sent a message through WhatsApp instead.
[Goodnight.]
Max didn’t reply, just looked at Brielle’s profile picture. It was a hexagonal snowflake.
Alivia was sneaking glances the whole time, her hand tightening in her lap.
Who was that in the profile picture? She racked her brain, running
through nearly every woman in their circle, but couldn’t come up with anything.
Meanwhila May had already flinned bis abono L
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