Chapter 295
Inside the Premier Palace, the sound of Patrick’s phone ringing cut through the quiet
intensity of the room. He glanced at the screen, saw the name flashing, and promptly
notified Max. “Sir, you have a call from Ms. Brielle.”
Patrick was expecting Max to pick up immediately, but he was met with a surprise. Max
continued to sift through the corporate documents as if deaf to the world.
The phone continued its persistent melody.
Patrick was perplexed. What was going on with the boss? Just last night, Max had someone
stationed at the hospital to protect Ms. Brielle from the desperate Haywood clan, who
might threaten her.
All signs pointed to Max caring for Ms. Brielle. Yet now, his reaction was non–existent.
Though Max didn’t say. Patrick surmised that the scheme that unfolded last night must
have involved Brielle. They had since locked down all information from reaching the
outside world. No one would know Max had been there.
As for Lillian, the instigator, her fate was uncertain after falling from the high wall. Perhaps
she had already been consumed by the flames.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPatrick had personally overseen the information blackout, confident he knew Max’s mind
inside
out.
Patrick assumed that Max’s actions were to shield Brielle. Even so, he was not a deity;
oversights occurred. If something happened to Brielle, what then?
Andrew’s face flashed in Patrick’s mind, and he frowned. He couldn’t help but feel that Mr.
Clements wasn’t too fond of Ms. Brielle. He hoped Mr. Clements wouldn’t take any drastic
steps.
With a sigh, Patrick noticed Max’s phone finally quieting down, while Max himself
remained in a state of cool detachment.
Soon after, Patrick’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and promptly informed Max.
“Sir, Ms. Brielle is calling me now.”
Max finally reacted, lifting his gaze slightly. “Mmm, tell her to focus on her recovery.
Dorsey International needs her.”
It that needed her, not Max. Brielle was a smart woman; she would
as Dorso Int
understand.
Patrick grew more puzzled. Had they fought again? But judging by Max’s demeanor, this
seemed particularly serious.
He answered the call. “Ms. Brielle.”
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“Patrick, where’s Max?”
“The boss isn’t feeling well and can’t come to the phone right now. Perhaps you could try
again tomorrow, Ms. Brielle.”
“What’s wrong with him?”
Brielle’s voice was laced with urgency, but remembering Aubree was nearby, she
restrained herself. “Has he seen a doctor?”
Patrick paused briefly before delivering the premeditated response.
“Mr. Dorsey has been running on empty since his trip overseas. The doctor has seen him
and prescribed rest. So he’ll be stepping back from company matters for a few days.”
He emphasized ‘company,‘ unwilling to be too explicit. But Brielle misunderstood. Max
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwas a workaholic, who wouldn’t leave the office as long as he could hold a mouse. He
wouldn’t drop work unless it was serious.
He didn’t even take her call. Was he unconscious?
Brielle was worried sick and felt the phone call wasn’t enough to express her concern. She
considered visiting Premier Palace. “I understand. Tell him to rest well.”
Patrick, unaware of Brielle’s turmoil, felt a twinge of frustration hearing her not press
further. Max had exposed himself to danger for Ms. Brielle’s sake. He almost got hurt in
the process. and she was none the wiser – such an unbalanced affair.
Yet, that was just Max’s way. He never boasted about his actions. Maybe he did not
understand why he felt compelled to be there for Ms. Brielle.
even
Max didn’t understand affection, but he knew the craving that spread from deep within his
throat–a desire to treat Ms. Brielle well. This was more controlled, more profound than
mere liking.
A fleeting romantic gesture was merely a momentary dazzle, but enduring affection was
true tenderness.
Still, what Max was doing now was beyond Patrick’s grasp.
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