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Chapter 37
Realizing the awkward atmosphere, she quickly changed the subject, simultaneously
diverting her own attention. “Uncle Max, tomorrow is Friday. How do you plan to play out
this scene?”
The stakes involving that building were high, with several board members of Dorsey
International reaping benefits. If he made a move on this, there would be inevitable
turmoil within Dorsey International.
“We’ll do what needs to be done.”
Max’s voice was casual, wrapping up one meeting before diving into another.
Brielle realized just how busy he was; even as he sipped his coffee, his other hand was
methodically tapping away at the keyboard. Feeling rather bored standing there, she was
about to suggest a stroll downstairs when she noticed someone sent Max a video call
invitation.
Brielle’s eyesight was sharp. The screen displayed-Alivia.
Max was in the midst of a meeting, but his finger accidentally hit accept. The screen
revealed a beautiful face against a backdrop of towering bookshelves. And on Max’s side,
his bedroom-and an unexpected shadow of a woman.
Brielle hadn’t expected Max to take the call. Tactfully, she sidestepped, ensuring she was
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtout of the video frame, but Alivia had already spotted her, only to look away indifferently
moments later.
“Max, you at Premier Palace?”
“Yeah.”
Alivia’s expression stiffened, quickly capturing the image of the face that had just
appeared. “I’ve got the stuff. I’m on vacation next month. Shall I bring it back for you?”
Max finally looked up, glancing at the screen, “Isn’t Kenzo coming back?”
Brielle wasn’t eavesdropping, but at the mention of ‘Kenzo’, she paused.
Kenzo Barnes, the prodigal son of the Barnes family, Alivia’s brother.
“My brother’s already left. I forgot to give it to him.” The woman sounded annoyed, then
quickly perked up, “But me bringing it to you is just as good.”
“Kenzo didn’t visit you?”
“He made a quick loop around Palm Beach and then left.”
“That’s typical of him.”
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Brielle could tell that Max’s tone had shifted significantly. It seemed Max and Kenzo had a
solid relationship, and by extension, he was quite gentle with Alivia. Their familiarity was a
unique atmosphere that outsiders couldn’t penetrate. Without intruding, Brielle quietly
opened the door and stepped out.
The butler, Wesley, awaited her downstairs, greeting her with a warm smile. “Ms. Brielle,
feeling any better?”
She nodded, eyes catching the sight of a massive bookcase near the floor-to-ceiling
windows, adorned with various books.
Wesley, fearing she might be bored and considering her bandaged hand, suggested, “Ms.
Brielle, do you watch movies?”:
Brielle didn’t decline and discovered Wesley had queued up a scientific research-themed
film. Inevitably, her thoughts drifted to Alivia.
Having spent over a decade in Beaconsfield, Brielle hadn’t integrated into the Haywood
family nor the social elite of the town of Beaconsfield.
The young elite often flocked to soirees, but Brielle seldom attended. Between her
demanding studies and distaste for sycophantic gatherings, she preferred solitude.
At the one single event she attended, she heard Alivia’s name whispered among the
crowd. Eight out of ten elite young men fancied Alivia.
Since her school days, Alivia’s grades had been stellar. No one dared reduce her to a mere
trophy. And among Beaconsfield’s men, Max stood out. His innate business acumen had
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcaught his grandfather’s eye, who entrusted him with significant responsibilities without
hesitation.
Facing external skepticism, Michael, a top-tier businessman, never concealed his
favoritism towards Max.
“Max isn’t someone I found; he’s a gift from above.”
The term ‘genius’ seemed insufficient for him.
“Ms. Brielle, the garden is in full bloom. If you find the movie dull, feel free to take a stroll,
Wesley suggested.
Leaning back, Brielle mused at the butler’s overly kind treatment. With a smile, she
replied, “Scientific stuff is a bit over my head. I’m a finance girl, after all.”
Finance was all about money, sometimes feeling crass. She occasionally felt the same.
Wesley brought over a dessert, still smiling, “It makes no difference, really. If Mr. Max likes
it, whatever you do will be fine. If he doesn’t, whatever Ms. Brielle does…well, it’ll be fine
too.”
Language is an art. Amused and aware of the butler’s likely misunderstanding, Brielle
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chose not to clarify.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the globe, Alivia ended the call and texted Kenzo. [Kenzo,
did Max get a new assistant?]
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