Chapter 378

Brielle popped the last of her vitamins and chuckled to herself as she saw that Patrick had already made himself scarce, like a good little ghost..

Patrick was like a shadowy guardian straight out of medieval times, always there but never seen.

She reached for a couple of bowls, eyes widening a bit as she took in the spread of five dishes. on the dinner table. She swallowed hard in anticipation.

Max was in a good mood, and it only got better when he noticed Brielle serving him a bowl of soup. A smile curled at the edge of his lips.

Brielle sat down across from him and, struck by a sudden thought, looked up to ask, “So, what’s the deal with William and Ryan? Are they tight?”

“In the Dorsey clan, no one’s really buddy–buddy with anyone.”

“I was thinking, if both Ryan and William are gunning for you, maybe we could play Ryan to trip up William?”

Just to throw William off his game for a bit and shift his focus Munching thoughtfully, Brielle quickly sorted through the options in her mind. After a moment, she looked up again.

“Didn’t William get saddled with that Kingston Enterprises project? It’s a decent–sized deal, right? Has the contract been signed already?”

Max, ever the attentive partner, served her some more food, piling her plate high. “Eat first.”

With no other choice, Brielle bent her head and took a few bites, though her mind was elsewhere.

Max chuckled, knowing she wouldn’t be at peace until this was sorted out. “The contract’s still up in the air, but the paperwork with Book is all done.”

Brielle nodded, her earlier words to Noah apparently having an effect. With the Kingston heir stirring up trouble, any partnership with Kingston Enterprises was bound to bring headaches to Dorsey International.

William hadn’t sealed the deal yet, and Ryan had always been itching to get back into the Dorsey fold.

Maybe it was time for Ryan to take this chance to sabotage William in front of Michael.

After all, what William feared most after years of treading carefully in the Dorsey family wast Michael’s disappointment.

William playing hardball with the Kingston deal was already taking a toll on Dorsey International’s reputation.

11:03 Brielle frowned, feeling that it wasn’t William’s usual style. If he knew partnering with Kingston Enterprises was risky, why keep them on the hook?

Maybe Kingston had something he could exploit.

What mattered most to Bradley and Catherine? Their beloved son.

Controlling their son meant controlling Kingston Enterprises.

Setting down her bowl, Brielle quickly called Tiffanie, only to find out the Kingston heir had been missing for days.

No wonder Kingston Enterprises hadn’t made a fuss over the stalled contract–they were too busy looking for their missing son.

William was probably on the hunt, too. He wanted Kingston Enterprises for himself!

While stirring trouble for Max to keep him in check, William was also expanding his own. influence.

Brielle’s eyes turned icy. Besides needing to talk to Sue soon, she had to find the Kingston heir before William did.

If William got to him first, he’d be able to manipulate Kingston Enterprises at will.

Although she wasn’t fond of Bradley or Catherine, Kingston Enterprises was a power player, having carved out its own path to partner with Dorsey International.

If William got control, it would be a latent threat to Max.

She couldn’t help but glance over at Max, who was calmly reviewing some documents on the couch as if the world’s troubles didn’t concern him The dinner remnants had been cleared, the room now belonging to just the two of them.

Sensing her gaze, Max patted the space beside him with a quiet. “Come here.”

Like a magnet, Brielle found herself drawn to his side.

She never denied the pull she felt towards Max, nor the desire that crackled between them.

Initially, her entanglement with Max wasn’t just about revenge against the Dorseys–it was the lure of Max himself. His voice, his touch, every inch of him was perfection.

In his presence, even the strongest resolve melted into a bashful blush.

Brielle was forthright. Once she knew this wasn’t a one–woman show, she hid none of her thoughts or feelings.

Now, as the room lights dimmed, and the night grew bold and inviting, she was free from the worries of public scrutiny, forgetting all else.

Freed from the constraints of daylight decorum, the taboos she diligently observed were the 11:03 very ones she yearned to break in the dark.

In this Intimate space, she could safely indulge in the forbidden pleasures that Max offered.