Chapter 683

Max wouldn’t touch anything prepared by another woman, so he gently pushed it aside. “No thanks, just focus on your tasks at hand”

Annie picked up the soup with a nod. “Shall I take this and offer it to someone else? Here’s your coffee.”

“Coffee’s handled by Patrick.” His voice was indifferent as he settled into the leather office chair and booted up his computer.

Annie didn’t press any further, carrying the coffee and soup out of the office. She had become well–

acquainted with the top brass by now. Back at her desk, she slid the bowl of soup towards her neighboring colleague.

“Max girl whipped this up. He didn’t want it. Have at it, will ya? My stomach’s off this morning; can’t stomach a sip.”

With that photo of Brielle and Max’s kiss making the rounds, Annie’s colleague definitely knew about Brielle. Brielle had become something of a celebrity within Dorsey International. The company chat had been buzzing for days.

When Max was still remotely handling business from abroad, he was held in near–mythical regard. In the flesh, he was practically untouchable. His interest was strictly on work and nothing else. Who would have guessed he’d plant one on an employee right there against the office wall?

The memory alone was enough to set hearts racing. It wasn’t them Mr. Dorsey kissed, but witnessing it felt like a whirlwind, sending shivers down their spines.

Mr. Dorsey clearly fancied Ms. Brielle, but why did he turn down her homemade soup?

Annie’s decision to offer the soup to this particular colleague was no coincidence. She knew the woman loved a juicy bit of gossip, especially about the higher–ups. True to form, the woman lifted the lid, snapped a photo, and flung it into the group chat with hundreds of employees. [Can you believe my luck? Sipping on soup made by the boss future lady herself.]

A wave of question marks flooded the chat, and the colleague, unable to keep a secret, spilled the beans. [Ms. Brielle made it for the boss, but he passed it off to Annie. She said she wasn’t feeling it and gave it to me, hehe.]

When the M&A folks in the chat saw this, one, feeling a touch irked, forwarded the screenshot to Brielle.

Brielle was on set with Aubree at the time. She pursed her lips upon seeing it.

Her colleagues seemed miffed, chattering nonstop. [What’s this about Annie not having an appetite Haywood, everything okay with you and the boss?]

Brielle lifted her hand and massaged her forehead, without making a reply. She genuinely didn’t know what to say.

Furthermore, she was unclear of Annie’s intentions. All she saw was that Annie portrayed herself impeccably. However, seeing Annie by Max’s side, exhibiting a temperament and appearance strikingly similar to her own, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease stir within her heart.

Silence fell briefly in the staff chat before the sleuths began to theorize.

[They must go way back. Could Mr. Dorsey be with Brielle because of her and Annie’s similar looks?]

15:11 The conjecture set the rumor mill spinning Just as the conversation was picking up steam, the chat was abruptly disbanded, leaving everyone’s commends hanging and unanswered The admin had dissolved the group.

Patrick, sening the matter settled, handed Max his phone. “Sir, all taken care of”

Max was in the midst of a video conference, his demeanor icy, his face frosted over. He finished up in silence and then looked up. “Is Brielle still at Stellar Stage Entertainment?”

Patrick nodded, “Seems like it.”

Max reached for his coat, ready to take the initiative, but after a few steps, a shadow crossed his eyes Brielle had fled after that accidental slap and had not sent a message or called since. From his perspective, it hardly seemed right to chase after her. If Brielle cared even a bit, she wouldn’t be so coldly indifferent.

A restlessness flickered across his features. Whether psychological or not, he felt a fever brewing.

“Patrick” He called out, and Patrick was at his heels in an instant. “Tell Brielle I’m working sick. Wouldn’t listen to anyone who tried to stop me.