Chapter 216
Brielle’s eyebrow arch was nonchalant, untouched by the turmoil around her.
Spencer felt as if his pride was being trampled underfoot, the gods themselves seemed to conspire with Brielle. Why, at this crucial moment, did she have to be in the elevator?
His eyes narrowed as he pondered. Had Brielle been at the soiree last night? And she had come down from the fourth floor. Wasn’t Max the only one living on the fourth floor?
This suspicion was fleeting, as the surrounding chatter became unbearable, and Spencer beat a hasty retreat.
The onlookers shared his curiosity as they glanced at Brielle, but she simply looked up at Max with ease. “Mr. Dorsey, about my business trip, will you approve it?” she inquired.
Max’s eyelashes fluttered, and he hummed an affirmative.
Brielle smirked. Seeing that the people outside had no intention of coming in, she closed the elevator.
As soon as it shut, she kept her distance from Max. After all, having just woken up and been dragged out for an passionate lovemaking, she was wary of his stamina.
Max leaned in closer, noticing her awkward stance. “Feeling uncomfortable?”
Her cheeks flushed. When the elevator reached the ground floor, she hurried out. But after a few steps, she felt a painful tug in her private area and slowed down.
Max intended to follow, but Sammuel, who had been waiting on the ground floor, approached him. “Mr. Dorsey, how was your evening?” Sammuel asked, his tone suggesting he had figured out the connection between Max and Brielle. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have allowed her access or had security assist with unlocking the door.
Sammuel hadn’t made a spectacle of the situation and had even agreed to sell the surrounding. land, putting Max in his debt twice over, so Max couldn’t afford to be too cold now.
“Quite well. Your party was a hit, Mr. Hatfield.”
Sammuel smiled, his eyes following Brielle’s departure, and remarked meaningfully, “Ms. Brielle is as intriguing as the rumors suggest.”
“She always is.” Seeing the smile on Max’s face, Sammuel knew he had made the right bet last night. Max deliberately removed the security on the top floor, exactly for Brielle.
“It seems Ms. Brielle will soon be Mrs. Dorsey of Dorsey International. Congratulations on finding a fine partner.”
Max’s brow furrowed slightly, a sweet unfamiliar sensation blooming in his chest at the thought. Like a candy melting, sweetness spread from his heart.
However, the idea of marrying Brielle had never crossed his mind.
Chapter 216
“I haven’t thought about that,” he said.
Sammuel looked embarrassed, thinking he had misread the situation and quickly covered. “Right, you and Ms. Alivia are the perfect match.”
Max hadn’t thought about that either, but arguing now seemed pointless.
Hidden behind a column outside the flower wall, Brielle overheard their conversation. He had never considered marrying her, even assuming he and Alivia were the right match. Then why had he whispered those words last night?
She vaguely remembered him leaning close, telling her to call him by his name. When she did, at the height of passion, he seemed thrilled, his embrace tightening.
It was all false, just sweet nothings whispered in the heat of the moment.
Brielle scoffed. If that was the case, why did she take it seriously? She couldn’t very well counsel Aubree while falling into the same trap herself.
She left, hopped into her car, and drove back to the hotel.
The police had contacted her, saying there were no suspicious individuals around her apartment, and if she was still concerned, she could sell it and move elsewhere.
Brielle was already considering it. She had selected a location for the orphanage and had enough funds to purchase a new place. So, she started house–hunting that afternoon..
Unexpectedly, Kenzo called her.
“Kenzo?,” she answered, surprised.
“I heard you’re house–hunting?” Kenzo’s voice was gentle on the other end.
“How did you know?”
Kenzo chuckled, “I have a place that’s been sitting empty. Would you like to see it? I can have. my agent get in touch with you.”
Without his offer to involve an agent, Brielle would have declined, wary of owing a favor, but a business transaction was different.
“Sure, I’ll check it out this afternoon.”
Kenzo’s property was in a prime location with excellent privacy. The doorman resident, and no stranger without a card could enter.
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Brielle liked the place as soon as she saw it and quickly transferred the money.
Kenzo, upon receiving the payment, chuckled and sent a screenshot to Max. [Your lady is. buying a house. Aren’t you contributing?]
In less than a minute, Max sent the money, with a note [and buy the neighboring properties for her, too.]
