Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

She didn’t think twice before hanging up the phone.

Minutes later, Robert called again. Brielle simply turned off her phone, unwilling to be disturbed on her business trip.

She grabbed her boarding pass and entered first class. Whether by Patrick’s design or pure happenstance, her seat was right next to Max’s. As the plane took off, Max was engrossed in a presentation video on his tablet.

He was quiet, his gaze intense and focused, a refreshing coolness about him that seemed

to soothe the soul.

Brielle, eyes closed, tried to calm her emotions, but thoughts of the Haywood family stirred

annoyance within her. When she finally opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of the content on the tablet, she couldn’t help but interject. “Michael Porter? Uncle Max, you’re into his talks too?”

Max was significantly taller, he tilted his head slightly, his face holding a clean-cut sharpness. “You know of him?”

Brielle nodded. Given this was a business trip, she didn’t feel the need to butter him up as she would in a more private setting.

“A professor at Harvard Business School, famous for his Five Forces framework,” she commented.

She reached out to help steady the tablet, her fingertips brushing against his rosary bracelet. Suddenly, he withdrew his wrist slightly, capturing her fingertips in his palm.

A flutter coursed through Brielle’s heart, and she struggled to focus on the presentation. “His framework is quite renowned. It even led Peter Drucker to introduce the concept into the field of corporate management for the first time. I thought someone of your stature wouldn’t bother with these anymore.”

It wasn’t flattery; after all, these theories were common talk in the financial circles. Max had made a name for himself on Wall Street by the age of sixteen. He had to be well-versed in such matters.

The warmth of his palm sent her thoughts racing, her breathing quickening. He seemed at ease, as if her fingertips were merely an amusing trinket.

“Professor Porter was my mentor.” His tone was casual as he held onto her delicate fingertips, just holding them, nothing more, nothing less. His presence was calm, cool.

After a moment of hesitation, Brielle gently clamped down on his fingertips.