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.”

If Max wasn’t there, he might have already drawn his gun. “Don’t

only victim here, and my refusal to settle makes

been outmaneuvered by Brielle before, and it made his blood boil. Turning to Max, he snapped, “Aren’t you going to do something

too cocky. She was just

the rim of his glass, felt Andrew’s stare and looked

The fierceness in Andrew’s eyes was unmistakable, and he frowned in disgust at his own reaction. “How can you compare Brielle

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

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

weight of such expectations. Best to let

gaze falling on her, as if

forcing a casual smile. “If Uncle Max can’t even protect me, a pet

a response, his brows knitting together. “Brielle, what are you

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

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

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