Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 78

“Ms. Brielle, Mr. Dorsey would like a word with you.”

The staff member handed over the phone, and Brielle worked hard to keep her composure, but the moment she heard his voice, her eyes began to sting with the threat of tears. She pushed back that hint of vulnerability, striving not to let her tone betray anything.

“Mr. Dorsey.” She called out, then bit her lip hard, the taste of iron filling her mouth.

“A ten–billion–dollar corporate secret?” The man’s voice was cool, waiting for her reply.

Brielle wiped the blood from her lip with the back of her hand, managing a smile, “Yes, Mr. Dorsey, no need to worry. I will work with the police to recover the thumb drive.”

The so–called business secrets out of thin air only needed Max’s admission to become a nailed–down case. However, if he refused to admit, Brielle could be detained on charges of obstructing official duties.

Heaven and hell hung on his next words.

After a long pause, he asked softly, “Are you hurt?”

jab in her heart, the burning sensation

it to the cops. I’m sending Brent to pick

staff members eavesdropping on the conversation

the caller behind the scene. “I really don’t know anything

grievous bodily harm, the other allegation was significantly more severe. He sat rigid in his chair,

tiff was a ruse, and in their fury, they whipped out handcuffs and

Emily was anxiously awaiting news. Pacing back and forth nervously, she was like a cat on a hot tin

face being ruined sent a thrill of excitement through her. That bitch was so bold as to flirt

in her eyes as she quickly answered. “How did it

anxious, tearful voice on the other end took her by surprise. “Emily, did you set me up on purpose? The police just called me. They said this is suspected to be a theft of Dorsey International’s corporate secrets. This was

going on? Weren’t you supposed to have someone scratch

that thug involved, and now he’s been caught by the cops. If they trace the money back to me, I’m done for. You better come

phone, at a loss for words. She and Sophia were good friends, and Sophia was a Rowland, although her status was just as awkward as hers. The darling of the Rowland family was their frail legitimate, daughter, doted on by everyone, especially with Andrew in her corner,

not to panic-”