Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 86

“I’m curious, what exactly did Miss Tessa tell you? This whole ordeal with Dorsey International involves some really hush–hush corporate secrets. If I just let this slide, I’m the one who’s gonna have to shoulder the blame. Did it ever cross Miss Tessa’s mind what I, as the victim here, am supposed to do?”

Brielle’s tone was cool, the corners of her mouth twitching with a mocking smile. She had never met Tessa, but judging someone’s fate with a light phone call? That didn’t sound like the actions of a good Samaritan. Was this the type of woman Andrew fell for?

Andrew’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t a fool. He could read between the lines of Brielle’s insinuation.

“Brielle, I don’t know you, but I do know Max. He wouldn’t just leave so–called billion–dollar trade secrets in his jacket pocket. Sure, I believe Sophia hired someone to come after you, but the rest? Sounds like a tall tale to

me.”

“And what if it is a tall tale? If I hadn’t known how to protect myself, my face would have been ruined. You do know what looks mean to a woman, right?”

Andrew’s eyes narrowed. “What will it take for you not to pursue this?”

“Well, that depends on how far you’re willing to go for Tessa.”

Max wasn’t there, he might

only victim here, and my

Turning to Max, he snapped, “Aren’t you going to do something

She was just a pampered

absentmindedly tracing the rim of his glass, felt Andrew’s stare and looked up slowly. “What would you do if someone tried to ruin Tessa’s

his own reaction. “How can you compare Brielle to Tessa? Tessa is my fiancée, the woman I’m marrying. Brielle is just your fleeting

It wasn’t a secret, after all. Brielle was aware, too. Max was just having his fun.

of hurt flashed through Brielle’s heart, and her fingers clenched at her side. “Andrew, this has nothing to do with my place in Uncle

short of her hopes, so she cleverly shifted the focus to a matter of dignity. It was better not to harbor too many hopes on certain

the weight of such

gaze falling on her, as if assessing

can’t even protect me, a pet of

brows knitting together. “Brielle, what are you

“I want Sophia and Emily to come and apologize to me, face to face. I’ve got questions for them. And that thug from the police station? He needs to be behind bars, or he’ll come after me

demands were modest. She didn’t mention the so–called corporate secrets. A non–existent

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