Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 

When Brielle entered Max’s office, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted her. 

Max didn’t drink instant coffee. There was a small tea room in the office, and just around the corner from the floor–to–ceiling windows was the lounge. At that moment, he sat in a chair, one hand adorned with the rosary resting on the marble tabletop, his eyes calm as the snow settled at the comers. 

“Mr. Dorsey.” She called out to him, trying to shake off the sting of anxiety that had settled in her heart. 

Max slid a folder across the desk, his hands folded neatly in front of him, all business. “You weren’t telling the truth in the conference room.” 

Brielle felt a wave of frustration wash over her. She was struggling not to let his demeanor affect her, but he seemed all too composed. “How do you know I wasn’t telling the truth, Mr. Dorsey? The executives were all in favor of investing in Book, and Ms. Alivia is one of its shareholders.” 

“Do you think my investment has anything to do with Alivia?” 

“Doesn’t it?” 

She regretted her retort instantly, feeling as if she had lost her fundamental ability to judge the situation. Before she could salvage the conversation, the office door swung open, and Patrick, along with two other executives, made their way in, seemingly ready for an impromptu meeting. The two executives, sensing the mood, settled on a sofa to one side, waiting quietly for Max to finish up. 

Max didn’t glance their way but instead furrowed his brow at Brielle, “Why would you think there’s a connection?” 

Brielle noticed the executives casting curious glances but without much surprise. They probably would never guess that she and Max were entangled in an affair. 

Brielle pursed her lips, feeling once again that singing a solo seemed too pitifut when she was the only one in the act. “If Mr. Dorsey’s interest isn’t because of Ms. Alivia, then this project is indeed up for debate. If you really want my opinion, I suggest we don’t invest.” 

Her blunt honesty took the seated executives by surprise, and they almost wished they hadn’t entered, now facing the potential wrath of the president. 

Brielle was bold, daring to speak to the president in such a manner and suggesting they shouldn’t invest. What did her suggestion matter? 

Internally criticizing her, they maintained a composed exterior, as any high–ranking official at Dorsey International would. 

The situation was clear. Brielle had irritated the president, and if they sided with him, perhaps a hefty year–end bonus would be secured. The executives exchanged glances and feigned a 

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cough before speaking up. 

“Ms. Haywood, these matters aren’t so simple,” the head of HR began with an air of 

righteousness. “Book has only been established for less than a year and has a stellar research team backing it. It deserves investment, and we can’t let your personal feelings cloud our judgment.”