Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 81

Miranda thought she was compromising and called over to the nearby officer, “The M&A department director lost the USB drive. We can pin the blame on Brielle alone for this matter. There must be a backup of that thing. Don’t escalate the situation. Call your people back now, and don’t go look for Ms. Rowland at this hour. She’s probably already asleep.”

The policemen exchanged glances before all eyes turned to Brielle, waiting for her to make the call. Brielle couldn’t help but laugh, pressing her leg down slowly. The unbandaged wound throbbed with pain, but it also sharpened her mind. “Pin the blame on me alone? A hundred–billion–dollar business secret–what do I have to answer for that?”

Miranda hadn’t expected such a firm stance from her. Her face soured, “So what do you propose we do? You really want to stir up trouble with the Rowland family? How can you be such a troublemaker!”

“Me, a troublemaker? If it wasn’t for someone from the Rowland family bribing another to target me, how would the police have found evidence in her accounts? She brought this upon herself. I will not settle this quietly, no matter what anyone says. Officers, please proceed as necessary. Mr. Dorsey is awaiting my updates.”

Miranda, too angry for words, pointed a trembling finger at Brielle, but couldn’t manage to spit out a coherent sentence. “How could I have raised a daughter like you!”

After a moment, Miranda’s lips trembled, and she raised her hand as if to strike Brielle. Lillian, standing behind her, stepped forward, pretending to intervene. Yet, her fingers reached past Miranda, pulling off Brielle’s scarf. As the scarf floated gently down, marks on Brielle’s fair skin were exposed for all to see.

reason crumbled in an instant. Her raised hand changed direction, and in a fit of

neck.

you been with? How can you have so little respect for yourself!

was formidable, and Brielle couldn’t push her

Miranda’s world went dark, and

“Mom!”

“Miranda!”

to support her, the disgust in his eyes

that Lillian had done it on purpose. Her

get into a fight, so I intervened. I didn’t mean to pull off the scarf, nor did I expect this. We should get Miranda to the hospital first.” Cameron gave Brielle a dark look, his mind going to the sleazy man at the police station, and he felt nauseated. Brielle

recalled her talk of male prostitutes, the thought making him want to retch. She was indiscriminate. “Brielle, why are you acting so cheap? What do you think of yourself?

slightly in pain, “Grandpa is not in good health. Aren’t you afraid of causing him