Chapter 307


    The chill in the man’s aura seemed to grow colder, like the frost on a winter’s morning.


    Outside the elevator, Noah was blissfully unaware of the icy tension building inside. Hearing. Brielle’s


    response, he mistakenly thought his concern had not gone unnoticed, and he doubled. down on his


    effort. “Hey, I heard you hurt your leg. I know this top–notch doc. Want me to take you over after work?”


    Others from thepany’s upper echelon were also outside the elevator, but Noah didn’t bother to


    hide his intentions. His pursuit of Brielle was public knowledge, and so would be the eventual breakup.


    After all, the only one who would face embarrassment was Brielle.


    Noah nned to make the breakup a spectacle, hoping to gain some points with Alivia. With that


    thought, he felt quite pleased with himself.


    Brielle, on the other hand, found Noah irksomely verbose. She couldn’t remember finding him this


    annoying before. She frowned, aware that many eyes were upon them.


    Surely, with Max trapped as well, the executives had alle to show their concern. Was Noah putting


    on a show for the whole crowd?


    Using the light from her phone, she noticed a slight furrow in Max’s brow, suggesting he was also


    growing tired of Noah’s persistence.


    “Brielle, that doctor is really good.” Noah was now feeling relentless and noticed the murmuring of the e


    executives around him. All except for the HR Director and the Finance Director, who seemed at a loss


    for words.


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    Both were aware of Brielle’s rtionship with the CEO. Was Noah brazenly hitting on the boss‘


    mistress? They looked at Noah with a mix of pity and disbelief, but he was preupied with winning


    Brielle over and took no notice.


    “There’s this great steakhouse not far from the clinic, with a view overlooking all of Beaconsfield from


    the window seats. Interested, Brielle?”


    Brielle felt a headacheing on but kept her cool. “Thanks for the offer, Mr. Noah, but it’s not


    necessary.”


    As she finished speaking, the elevator doors opened. Seeing Max, Noah reluctantly greeted him with


    respect, “Mr. Dorsey.”


    Max’s expression was frosty: his gaze was like a sheet of ice. For a moment, Noah felt as though that


    look could shatter him.


    Brielle ignored the tension between the two men. She felt a wave of dizziness from the sudden descent


    and took a moment to regain herposure before speaking politely. “Mr. Dorsey, I’ll be back at work


    as soon as my leg heals. I should head out now.”


    Max’s lips pressed into a thin line, managing only a curt, “Hmm.”


    Chapter 307


    Watching Brielle leave, Noah hastily followed, “Brielle, you’re injured. Let me drive you home. It’d be


    bad if the wound got infected.” He shadowed Brielle closely, reaching out to support her. Nearby. Max


    looked on, his countenance darkening. Patrick instinctively stepped back to avoid. the chill in the air.


    Max found the creature orbiting Brielle intolerably irksome, but what reason could he have to


    intervene?


    His fingers twitched at his side, and he eventually instructed Patrick. “Take Ms. Haywood


    home.”


    He used the formal “Ms. Haywood,” which seemed perfectly reasonable to the other executives – just a


    boss caring for his employee.


    Patrick was tasked by Max, nodded, and approached Brielle.


    Brielle, noticing Noah’s persistence, finally stopped. “Mr. Noah, I thought I made myself clearst time.”


    She had been blunt when Noah bizarrely delivered flowers to her department. Why was he intensifying


    his efforts now?


    Noah smiled, a calcting look in his eyes that didn’t sit well with Brielle. She trusted her instincts:


    Noah didn’t like her. In fact, he loathed her. So why pursue her? Was someone pulling his strings?


    “Brielle, I’m serious about you. If you don’t like flowers, I can give you something else.”


    Brielle’s stomach churned at the thought of those three fingers. “No, thank you.”


    Noah was certainly not the sender of that anonymous package.


    Leaning on her crutch, she moved to leave, eager to escape Max’s piercing gaze. She needed time to


    clear her head and to sort through her thoughts.


    She had imagined a million ways things with Max might end, but never in such a dismal fashion.


    What was this? It was as if the universe was reminding her not to get too greedy.