Chapter 593


    She had such audacity in Mr. Dorsey’s presence!


    It seemed like fate was on their side. They half–expected Brielle toe in here, all fire and brimstone,


    spitting out excuses with her sharp tongue that could probably convince Mr. Dorsey of her innocence.


    But, to everyone’s surprise, Brielle didn’t even attempt to spin a yarn in her defense, nor did she dial it


    back in front of Max.


    She was practically asking for trouble! Mr. Dorsey would surely kick her to the curb without a second


    thought!


    A smug smile began to creep across their faces, their eyes gleaming with anticipation of the impending


    drama. Looking up, they saw Brielle inching closer to Max, even daring to brush against him ever so


    lightly.


    She had the nerve to bump into the CEO of Dorsey International, the heir to the Dorsey empire, a man


    rumored to keep women at arm’s length!


    Their faces lit up with twisted joy. Of all people, she chose to flirt with the big boss in in sight.


    Absolutely preposterous!


    Brielle paid no mind to their inner turmoil. After her gentle collision with Max, she softened her voice


    and asked, “What do you think, Mr. Dorsey? Am I right?”


    Max was usually a cool customer, but as Brielle leaned in and covertly tugged at his sleeve for some


    support, a flicker of amusement passed through his eyes, his lips curving ever so slightly. “You make a


    fair point,” he conceded.


    Brielle merely nced at the three stiff executives, who stood frozen, unable to process what they were


    witnessing, The ever–stoic CEO was actually smiling. Sure, it was a faint smile, but his gaze on Brielle


    was undeniably tender.


    Impossible! This had to be some kind of trick!


    Then, true to his instinct, Max casually ced his hand on Brielle’s waist, his touch light. “You’ve lost


    weight.”


    Brielle was tempted to roll her eyes internally as if they had been apart for ages. Holding back augh,


    she quipped, “My bad. I should’ve had a heartier lunch before meeting you, Mr. Dorsey.”


    Since the two had slipped into their flirtatious banter, Patrick approached the three senior staff


    members. “Mr. Dorsey is tied up at the moment. Please, show yourselves out.”


    It dawned on the executives that Brielle was Mr. Dorsey’s sugar baby. Brielle’s backing was none other


    than Max himself!


    Max stared at her with sheer indulgence, making it crystal clear that no matter what the executives said


    today, he wouldn’t punish Brielle. Instead, they had only dug themselves deeper into a hole.


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    They were doomed.


    After all their bluster, no wonder Max’s assistant had been giving them those odd looks – he must have


    thought they wereplete idiots!


    Stricken with regret, they hardly knew how to make their exit. Their legs felt like jelly, and their heads


    spun.


    Once outside, Patrick gave them a stern warning. “Keep your mouths shut about Ms. Brielle and Mr.


    Dorsey. If word gets out to the rest of Ster Stage Entertainment, you can kiss your careers goodbye.


    And remember, Ms. Brielle isn’t vindictive. If, from now on, you only act in the best interest of Ster


    Stage Entertainment, she might not hold a grudge. Don’t paint her as petty. She’s been doing


    everything for the good of thepany. You’ve been blinded by self–interest, but she hasn’t.”


    The executives were speechless, scared out of their wits.


    Afterying down thew, Patrick watched them shuffle into the elevator and the doors close behind


    them. He was about to return to the office, but considering the two inside, he decided to give them


    space.


    Mr. Dorset and Ms. Brielle hadn’t had a proper moment together in ages, and with everyone busy the


    night before, snatching some time during work seemed like a good idea.


    Inside the office, Max had already swept Brielle into his arms and ced her on the desk. Brielle, taken


    aback, nced at the office door. “Mr. Dorsey, what are you up to?”


    Max stared at her, his eyes like whirlpools drawing her in. “You came on an empty stomach. I skipped


    lunch, too.”


    Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she yfully thumped his shoulder. “Who taught you to flirt like that?”


    But Max didn’t say another word; he simply leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss.