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.”

grabbed the suit on a whim,

“I intend to

tracking the man’s financial activities and found an unexplained deposit of a million dollars in his account just

he clenched his jaw. Stealing trade secrets, with over ten billion dollars at

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

how quickly her venomous

Patrick glanced at Max, who was resting his eyes, and spoke softly, “The suit?

eyes. He had no idea what might be in the CEO’s suit pocket and quickly asked with respect, “Sir,

to leave Beaconsfield. Max took the phone, his gaze icy. The person on the other end, realizing they

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

the black beads around it seemingly radiating

at Brielle, saying cautiously, “Ms. Brielle is still here. It isn’t her fault, and we’ll recover the USB drive as soon as

defending Brielle. Even if the loss wasn’t intentional, the drive was still missing. If Dorsey International sought

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