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.

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

clamped around her wrist. The gr enough to make her bones ache,

ry where

of confusion, his

cold barrel of a gun pressed against her side m it clear that any sudden moves could be her

of the alley, their blood mingling with the rainwater in

recognize the man, but there was

1/2

of a synapse, a

son of Infinity Brilliance, the diamond industry’s most favored and enigmatic

Infinity Brilliance lost a daughter. Neither the chairman nor this young man had ever ceased

to speak, “Mr. Lynch, I

multitude of enemies. Their domineering rules and sharp practices had nearly cornered the

him, scrutinized her before

just an employee at

black pants,

having researched Infinity Brilliance before, was familiar with Dustin’s profile. It seemed Dustin