Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 947

He had asked Brielle, but she hadn't given him much of a response.

Mason had thought about making the trip to Beaconsfield countless times, but he was swamped. He had promised Brielle they would seize this opportunity. Their future involved buying a skyscraper in the heart of Wall Street, but for now, they were just starting out, having secured a few billion in funding. He couldn't afford to slack off.

Deep down, he knew he was making excuses. He feared that the turmoil he felt that night meant nothing to Tiffanie.

Tiffanie wasn't answering calls or responding to texts, just like the kind of heartbreaker his buddies warned him about.

In between his hectic schedule, Mason's thoughts would drift to his late mother.

She used to curse the Dorsey family with a fiery passion, damning Everett for abandoning her.

But she had been wonderful to him. Aside from her occasional rants, she had devoted her life to him. Otherwise, how could a boy from an average family without a father's love climb to where he was now?

Her greatest wish was to see him settled down with a gentle, kind-hearted wife.

But she didn't live to see it happen, succumbing to her depression.

A gentle, kind-hearted wife...

Was Tiffanie that kind of woman?

Mason asked himself that question countless times, yet he couldn't help but call her, follow her updates, until he found out her flight was headed to his city. He was over the moon, hastily texting her.

After a long silence, Tiffanie finally responded to his messages.

While listening to the executives' reports, he typed his response.

How could that be? That person is talking nonsense. At least, I like you.

Mason was always that straightforward.

Tiffanie was pleased with the reply, slipping her phone into her purse before boarding the plane.

Now she had a reason to go abroad, to enter Mason's company, make him her boyfriend, and then have a child. A family of three would return to Beaconsfield, flaunting their happiness in front of Everett. She wondered how Everett would react.

Just the thought brought a slight smile to Tiffanie's lips.

Sitting on the plane, watching the ground recede, she occasionally touched her neck as if last night's chain was still there, never removed.

She took a deep breath, sweat beading on her forehead.

It's okay, everything will get better once I'm abroad.

Brielle found out about Tiffanie's departure two days later.