Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 77

Brielle sat in the chair, her bare feet still bleeding, her toes tensed as if immune to the pain. She didn’t look at the man confronting her. “The stolen suit belongs to Max Dorsey, the CEO of Dorsey International. Don’t believe me? Call him now. And here’s my business card.”

She handed over a sleek card that confirmed her identity: Director of Mergers and Acquisitions at Dorsey International.

“The USB drive in the suit pocket is related to a massive merger we’ve been negotiating, valued at over ten billion dollars. The drive is missing. Who’s going to answer for Dorsey International’s loss?”

Her voice was calm, her lashes lowered as if in thought, “This man has been manipulated. You might want to check the recent transactions in his accounts. Someone’s using him to snatch Dorsey International’s trade secrets. I don’t need to tell you how grave this is, do I?”

Dorsey International. Trade secrets. CEO of Dorsey International. Each term was a siren call to urgency. This was no lovers‘ quarrel to be brushed off.

The man was taken aback, his cavalier demeanor vanishing instantly. “Brielle, what are you implying? When did I rob anyone? And when did I take a USB drive? Stop slinging mud!”

Brielle remained composed, the pain in her soles sharpening her mind. “Are you claiming the suit is yours? It’s a high–end custom piece, each with a unique serial number and owner. If the officer doubts my word, you can verify the brand and trace its origin.”

had only grabbed the suit

“I intend to uncover whoever’s behind him, endangering Dorsey

be dubbed the case of the year. Investigators were already tracking the man’s financial activities and found an unexplained deposit of a million dollars in his account just hours earlier. The evidence was

palms sweated as he clenched his jaw. Stealing trade secrets, with over ten billion dollars at stake- that kind

out to ruin him and, by the looks of it, take down whoever was

harmless, yet how quickly her venomous plan had

and had managed to get in touch with Patrick. Patrick glanced at Max, who was resting his eyes, and spoke softly, “The suit? Yes, it was indeed for Ms. Brielle. The

in his eyes. He had no idea what might be in the CEO’s suit pocket and quickly

business trip, about to leave Beaconsfield. Max took the phone, his gaze icy. The person on the other end, realizing they were speaking to Max himself, hastily

stealing Dorsey International’s trade secrets, the repercussions will be dire. Even with someone to vouch for

wrist dropped, the black beads around it seemingly radiating

here. It isn’t her fault, and we’ll recover the USB

was still missing. If Dorsey International sought accountability, not only would the

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