Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 307

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 the company'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 planned 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 replaceing him this annoying before. She frowned, aware that many eyes were upon them.

Surely, with Max trapped as well, the executives had all come 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.

Both were aware of Brielle's relationship 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 preoccupied 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 headache coming 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 her composure 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 clear last time."

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

Noah smiled, a calculating 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.