Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 88

“Brielle! Open up right now!” Anger and humiliation churned within, a tempest raging in his chest.

Brielle lounged on the couch, making no move toward the door, her arms instead wrapped around Max’s neck.

Max glanced down at her, easing her hands away, “Not going to answer the door?”

Brielle snorted with amusement, pointing first at him, then back to herself, “So that he can find out that the almighty Mr. Dorsey has graced us mere mortals with his presence to personally attend to an employee?”

“Wouldn’t be the end of the world.”

“Bang! Bang!”

The pounding on the door persisted, a clear sign that if the door wasn’t opened, the knocking would become a permanent fixture.

quickly powered it down. Outside, Spencer indeed

Spencer paused, irritation flickering in his eyes. In truth, the

of her embrace, and

in his favor was a blessing,

His tone was clipped, leaning casually against

Lillian tread lightly, “Spencer, have you

but with Lillian, he felt everything. Lillian was understanding, considerate, and even after knowing he was unwilling to break off the engagement, she didn’t express her grievances.

denial. “No, I’m

apartment’s poor soundproofing meant his words were crystal clear to the

her fingers idly twirling Max’s tie. “Uncle Max, you needed him for

her hand down, careful not to disturb her

some work stuff. Max

see Max’s private side or to gaze up close at that face, which must be a happiness in itself. She felt her mouth dry out, suspecting every woman probably dreamed of conquering him. Yet, here she was, without even a chance to speak to him. Maybe

do you dine privately with Max? Does he know

but the second question made him explode. “Why should he know about Brielle’s affairs? They hardly speak, maybe