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 have

lightly, “I’m the only victim here, and my refusal to settle makes me

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

was getting a bit too cocky. She

absentmindedly tracing the rim of his glass, felt Andrew’s stare and looked up slowly. “What

it.” The fierceness in Andrew’s eyes was unmistakable, and he frowned in disgust at his own reaction. “How can you compare Brielle to Tessa? Tessa is my fiancée, the woman I’m marrying. Brielle is just

a secret, after all. Brielle was aware, too. Max was just having his

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

afraid it would fall short of her hopes, so she cleverly shifted the focus to a matter

couldn’t bear the weight

looked up, his gaze falling on her, as if

casual smile. “If Uncle Max can’t even protect

knitting together. “Brielle, what

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

She didn’t mention the

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