Chapter 220
Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)
A few seconds later, her eyes widened, and she forgot about her embarrassment. âYou are Mason?
What brings you back in the country?â
Mason froze, then his features cooled off. âSorry, youâve got the wrong guy.
Realizing her mistake, Brielle hurried to catch up to him. âI apologize for not introducing myself earlier.
Iâm Brielle from Dorsey Internationalâs M&A division. Itâs a pleasure to meet you. Iâve been collecting information on the company you started abroad, and I was wondering-â
She was cut off as Mason interjected, âDorsey International? The same Dorsey International that Max is part of?â
Brielle stopped in her tracks and nodded slowly, noting the sneer that appeared on Masonâs face.
âDoes Max know youâre here trying to talk cooperation with me?â
Brielle frowned. Could there be bad blood between these two?
Masonâs expression returned to neutral as he waved a dismissive hand. âI have no interest in acquisitions or investments from Dorsey International. Donât bother me with this.â
Standing there, Brielle felt a sinking feeling. The very company Mason had founded was her next business tripâs target, and she had never imagined she would bump into the founder back. home.
Why did Mason harbor such disdain for Dorsey International? She hadnât uncovered any information linking Mason to Dorsey International.
Not wanting to miss her chance, Brielle took out her phone, thought for a moment, and decided to call Max.
Meanwhile, at the top floor of Dorsey International, a serious meeting was underway when a ringtone sliced through the silence. The executives exchanged nervous glances, sweat beading on their foreheads. Who could be so careless as to not silence their phone during a meeting?
The finance director was the first to speak up. âWhose phone is that? Turn it off.â
As the words left his mouth, Max raised his hand, grabbing the vibrating phone beside him and pressed the answer button. The reporting individual quickly fell silent, as did everyone else, not daring to make a sound.
Max stood up and walked to a nearby floorâtoâceiling window, visibly brightening. âWhatâs up?â
He had bought Brielle a house, a plot of land, and never even received a thank you, let alone a returned message. Max felt a bit stifled, but now that she was calling him, his lips couldnât help but curl into a smile.
Was this a thank you call?
What Brielle asked next made his smile droop. âMr. Dorsey, do you happen to know someone named Mason?â
Max remained silent, and the other executives nearby could almost feel a chill sweeping through the room, making them shiver.
Brielle couldnât see his face, nor could she gauge his mood. âThe company Iâm planning to approach was founded by Mason. I just ran into him here, and it seems like a great opportunity to connect with him, but he seems to have a strong aversion to Dorsey International. I want to understand why. Mr.
Dorsey, can you shed some light on this?â
Maxâs grip on the phone tightened. Brielle was truly the fastest to change her attitude that he had ever seen. She had agreed so sweetly in bed that she would call him by his name, and here she was, just two days later, politely calling him Mr. Dorsey again.
âI thought I told you to use my first name from now on.â
His voice was audible, and everyone in the meeting room heard it, causing a collective jolt. Who was Mr. Dorsey speaking to so intimately?
Whispers spread among the curious.
âIt must be Alivia. It looks like the marriage between the two families really isnât far off.â
âAnd Ms. Alivia is even helping Dorsey International with overseas investments. Itâs only right.
for the CEO to be nice to her.â
Only the HR director and the finance director exchanged knowing looks, a silent understanding between them. They had stumbled upon Max and Brielleâs affair before; Max was different with Brielle.
As for Alivia? Max had never personally mentioned any alliance with the Barnes family. and everything was just speculation.
The person occupying his thoughts now was Brielle..
Max was oblivious to the undercurrents among his staff. After his statement, he waited for Brielle to respond.
flicker of confusion crossed Brielleâs heart, but she maintained her polite tone. âI think itâs appropriate to call you Mr. Dorsey. I know where to draw the line.â To avoid stirring up any undesired emotions within herself.