Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 55

The next morning, Brielle turned on her phone, which had been turned off. There were many missed calls inside, not only from the Haywood family but also from Spencer and Faith. As for the messages filling the screen, she didn’t even bother to look at them. She just pressed delete.

After tidying up a bit, she made her way to the estate’s living room. Max was out, likely not to return until the evening. Brielle had committed the information she’d uncovered to memory, but she was eager to get a real feel for the work environment at the North American conglomerate’s towering headquarters. She knew all too well that limited experience narrowed one’s vision, and only by immersing herself in the thick of it could she truly grasp the allure of these financial powerhouses.

Wall Street, for instance, just a stone’s throw away, was the stuff of dreams for any finance professional. The hub of the business world, where within a mere square kilometer, over two thousand financial institutions and nearly four hundred thousand finance professionals converged.

The very thought had Brielle’s blood pumping with excitement.

However, her outing faced a rocky start as a sudden downpour caught her mid-journey. She took shelter under a bus stop awning, watching as dark clouds amassed ominously above. Horns blared in the distance, visibility dropping by the second.

Brielle checked her route on her phone and decided on a shortcut down a less-traveled alley.

“Bang! Bang!” No sooner had she stepped into the deserted lane than the sound of gunfire echoed. A nearby sign clattered violently in the wind.

Under the veil of rain, all discord seemed well concealed.

move forward. In a foreign land, especially in carrying firearms was common, running up like that was seeking

wrist. The gr enough to make her bones ache, and in

ry where

a tinge of confusion,

against her side m it clear

alley, their blood mingling with the rainwater in

didn’t recognize the man, but there was something

1/2

a synapse, a photograph

Brilliance, the diamond

the chairman nor this young man had ever

eyelashes fluttered as she managed to speak, “Mr. Lynch,

that Infinity Brilliance had amassed a multitude of enemies. Their domineering

that this woman knew of him, scrutinized her before pocketing

an employee at

dressed simply in a white shirt and black pants, looking quite young. He reached out, fingers wrapping around her throat. “Dorsey International? You know

was familiar with Dustin’s profile. It seemed Dustin and Max were