Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

After Brielle hung up the phone, she stayed put, waiting.

It took Mason half an hour to come down, and when he saw her still there, his brow furrowed in an instant, and he quickened his pace.

“Mr. Mason.” Brielle called out. “I’ve done my homework on your company, and I believe it has the potential to be the investment world’s unicorn.”

In the financial world, there was a saying that the most crucial aspect of investing was to back a “unicorn“-missing out on such a company posed a far greater risk than making a mistake with a hundred others.

The term unicorn was thus a massive affirmation for any company, but evidently, Mason didn’t need such affirmation. He even bypassed her and walked straight out of the hospital.

Brielle had never encountered someone so impervious. Dorsey International had taken the initiative to offer an investment, and it was one thing to refuse, but to show such aversion was another.

Mason got into a taxi, and Brielle had no choice but to follow. “Mr. Mason.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Mason raised his hand to his temple, clearly not expecting her to follow. “I’m off to a class reunion. Are you sure you want to come along?”

Brielle pursed her lips, wary of losing this opportunity, not knowing when she’d get another chance to speak with him. “After the reunion, could you spare me a few minutes, Mr. Mason?”

Mason gave her a serious look, “Ms. Brielle, can you speak for Dorsey International?”

“Yes, anything I agree to in our conversation will definitely be in the contract.”

Mason glanced at her face, then seemed to give up resisting. “Then attend the reunion as my date, and I’ll give you ten minutes afterward.” It wasn’t that Mason particularly disliked Brielle: in fact, he admired her persistence.

Brielle nodded in agreement, relieved to have secured some time. Mason, however, stared at the ointment she was clutching, his ears reddening in an instant. “Aren’t you going to put that thing in your bag?”

Brielle had been so focused on discussing a partnership that she had completely forgotten she had just come from the gynecologist. Following his gaze to her hand, the shape of the medical. product was too suggestive, and she felt embarrassed having held it during their entire conversation.

She quickly stowed it away in her bag, as if trying to release heat from every pore in her body.

Mason also felt awkward and opened the taxi window. “The reunion I’m attending is with high. school classmates. If you’ve been around Beaconsfield, you might know some people there.”

Chapter 223.

Brielle thought he was just trying to ease the tension, but as they arrived, and she saw the Dorsey Hotel a bad feeling washed over her.

Mason opened the door to the hotel and greeted everyone with a smile, “Sorry I’m late.”

The chatter among the people in the private room paused for a moment when they saw him and then continued.

Brielle could tell in just a glance that Mason wasn’t popular among this crowd. As they got closer and she saw the woman basking in everyone’s attention, Brielle’s expression soured. It was Tessa

Rowland.

Everyone knew Tessa’s status. From the moment she stepped into the room, they couldn’t wait to put her on a pedestal. And Tessa was accustomed to such flattery, not showing the slightest embarrassment.

That was until she saw Brielle, and her smile slowly drooped. “Brielle?” Her tone carried a hint of disdain before she looked away.

Behind her stood Sophia, acting like a handmaiden, pouring water for Tessa and looking at Brielle as if her gaze was poisoned.

Brielle hadn’t expected to encounter them here; if she had known, she would have waited outside.

Sophia’s look also made her very uneasy, as if the Sophia she was facing now was very different from the one she had known.

The others, sensing some history between Tessa and Mason’s guest, began to inquire.

“Mason, who is this? Your girlfriend?”

“I’ve never heard about Mason getting close to anyone.”

Mason pulled out a chair for Brielle, “A friend.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Tessa let out a light laugh, “A friend or something more intimate? Ms. Brielle’s reputation is quite the mess, isn’t it?”