Chapter 57 Paralyzing Dream

• Max lowered his head towards the laptop, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keys. Even in the confines of a luxury car, he was still engaged in a video conference with the executives back home. Noticing Brielle's movement, his Adam's apple bobbed as he whispered, "Quiet down, will you?”
• He had already muted the microphone on his end. He could hear the corporate bigwigs' reports, but they couldn't catch a peep from his side.
• Brielle's heart felt like it had been struck by something, regretting her impulsiveness. She tried to stealthily withdraw her hand, but he caught it and pressed it against the leather seat.