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Max wiped his hands on the napkin, his gaze lifting to meet hers. “So, the bigwig from that underground poker den didn’t give you any trouble?”
Brielle didn’t need to elaborate. She could tell Max had a pretty good idea of the hand she’d played that night.
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“Nah, I did run into him, though. Is he from around Beaconsfield? Do you two know each other?” Max shook his head, his fingertips casually tracing the edge of his own glass. The gesture held no disrespect; rather, it was oddly captivating. “The casino doesn’t intersect with Dorsey International’s business. We’re not acquainted, just aware of each other’s circles.”
Hearing this, Brielle had a hunch that the man she had just met was more familiar with Max than he let on. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked those questions.
Upon reaching the Premier Palace, Brielle didn’t play coy about going home. It wasn’t her first time here, after all. She followed Max with the ease of familiarity, her curiosity getting the best of her. “Where were you tonight?”
“The Dorsey family. Ryan went and spilled the beans about William’s stunt to Father.”
Brielle’s lips twitched into a wry smile. She’d expected Ryan to make a move, but not this swiftly.
She waited for Max to continue as they approached his bedroom, but once the door shut behind them, the room plunged into darkness. Guided only by the faint streetlights outside, Brielle could barely make out Max’s silhouette. His fingers traced a path from her neck down her arm, coming to rest on her wrist. The spot where she should have worn the rosary he’d given her
was bare.
Brielle held her breath, feeling her heart leap into her throat with each of Max’s deliberate touches. It was as if he was clueless about the art of flirtation, yet every move he made was irresistibly stirring. She was about to tiptoe up for a kiss when she heard him say, “Father. demoted William and instructed me to call Ryan back to Dorsey International to take over some of his duties.”
This was a clear cut to William’s influence, but was this really the time to talk business?
Brielle’s cheeks flushed, realizing she’d been too eager. She coughed softly, lowering her tiptoed stance.
“In doing so, my own position is secured. William’s definitely harboring resentment towards Ryan. Their little tug–of–war might just keep him from scheming against me for a while.”
The recent ordeal with Sarah had left Brielle feeling vulnerable. If she couldn’t confront William head–on, then she’d have to play the long game, letting others restrain him.
“And with Daniel detained by the casino, William has lost his grip on the young heir. His plans.
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to pressure Kingston Enterprises into a contract concession have backfired – not only has he alienated them, but he’s also brought Ryan back to Dorsey International. Talk about a botched. job.”
Brielle was quite pleased with the chaos she’d orchestrated. Ryan was more manageable than William. If she could bring Ryan back to Dorsey International, she could just as easily send him packing again.
“Max, I-” Before she could finish, Max’s phone buzzed to life, shattering the intimate atmosphere. It was Dustin calling.
Max didn’t answer; he simply hung up.
But seconds later, a new message popped up on his screen. [Little Brie didn’t resist my arm around her tonight. Does that mean I can whisk her away on a vacation next time? *smug*]
Some people just couldn’t help but be sleazy.
