Chapter 222


    And after Brielle was hung up on, she called back to find that Max had turned off his phone. With a


    frown etched on her face and worry that she might not see Mason again if she left, she decided to call


    Patrick.


    At that moment, Patrick stood by Max, expecting a call from a business associate. When his phone


    rang, he nced at the screen and saw Brielle’s name shing. His gut reaction was to steal a nce


    at Max.


    Max sensed the shift in Patrick’s attention, his grip on the pen tightening as if he was about to snap it in


    half. “Brielle?” he asked, a hint of tension in his voice.


    Patrick swallowed hard, “It’s Ms. Brielle. Probably about thend deal.”


    “Answer it. Put it on speaker,” Maxmanded.


    Patrick had never felt such pressure just from picking up a phone call. Worried that Brielle might say


    something out of line, he took the lead with a professional tone, “Ms. Brielle, like I mentioned before,


    thend deal was all Mr. Dorsey’s doing. If you have thanks to give, you‘ should really direct it to him in


    person.”


    Brielle


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    wasn’t calling about thend, and she was anxious abouting off as too eager with Max. To avoid


    any misinterpretation of her intentions, she yed along with Patrick’s prompt. “Patrick, I should thank


    you as well. How about I treat you to dinner sometime?”


    Patrick’s body tensed, his keen eyes catching Max’s clenched jaw, the pen nearly at its breaking point.


    Wiping sweat from his brow, Patrick stuttered, “That’s really not necessary. I barely did anything.”


    “Patrick, you’ve worked hard. Besides, there’s something else I need your help with.”


    Brielle was a very clear–headed person. Since she knew that Max saw her only as a fling, she didn’t


    rush to plead with him. Moreover, he had just hung up on her. If Max didn’t care for her, she had no


    reason to fret over him. Matters of the heart were reciprocal, and ying a solo act was utterly


    pointless. She had yed that act before with Spencer; she knew better than to stumble over the same


    stone twice.


    “I need you to dig into Mason’s troubles with Dorsey International,” Brielle requested.


    The weight on Patrick grew heavier, a wry smile on his face. “That might be difficult for me to look into.


    Perhaps you should ask-”


    He was cut off by Brielle, “If you can’t find out, could Kenzo do it? He’s in good standing with Mr.


    Dorsey, must have heard some rumors, right? O


    It wasn’t a threat from Brielle, just a genuine question. Patrick felt like his hair was standing on end.


    Should he let Ms. Brielle turn to another man for help?


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    He quickly backtracked, “Actually, I can look into it. It just might take some time.”


    Relief spread across Brielle’s face with a smile, “Alright, let me know when you have something.” She


    hadn’t asked about Max, and she ended the call with a clean break.


    Patrick, hearing the call disconnect, didn’t dare meet Max’s gaze.


    Max set down the pen, hisugh cold. “You two seem pretty chummy.”


    Patrick hastened to rify. “It’s mostly about thend deal. I’ve told Ms. Brielle it’s all thanks to


    you, sir.”


    “Hmph, I’m not bothered by that.” Max replied dismissively, though his expression grew darker.


    Patrick wiped away the sweat again, thinking, “If you didn’t care, you probably wouldn’t have me put it


    on speakerphone.”


    So much for not digging his own grave.


    Standing there, Patrick felt an immense pressure, as if a mountain loomed overhead.


    Max, feeling a sense of irritation himself, picked up a document from the side, trying to get lost in its


    contents. To think, all his efforts for her seemed to be in vain, while a simple update from Patrick


    earned her dinner invitation.


    Ungrateful.


    Why should he care? There was no need to get angry.