Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 199

Brielle only found out the next day that Sophia had returned home.

The news came from a direct call from the police station. They had sent an officer to speak with Sophia that morning, hoping to glean some information about the kidnappers, but Sophia wasn’t giving up anything. She insisted she was just out playing.

However, the text message Brielle received told a different story. It warned her she was next.

The text was real. Sophia was lying. However, she was a victim, and with the clout of the Rowland family behind her, the police couldn’t press too hard. They just advised Brielle to stay

alert.

Glancing at the number that sent the threatening message. Brielle noticed there were no new

texts.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, and she put away her phone to answer it. Standing there was Wesley. He held out a steaming pot of chicken soup. “Ms. Brielle, I had the kitchen whip this up for you. I heard you’re fresh out of the hospital. Feeling any better?”

Touched by the gesture, Brielle quickly took the pot, “Thanks a lot.”

Wesley offered a warm smile. “Mr. Dorsey asked for it to be made. He’s still quite concerned about you.”

Feeling somewhat awkward, Brielle knew Wesley had misunderstood something from the start. but she wasn’t comfortable correcting him. To Max, she was just a woman he kept around. This relationship could end at any moment.

I heard Michael was at Premier Palace?”

under her eyes, having spent a sleepless night worrying after hearing that

a card, asking her to stay away from Max. But then she thought, with her current awkward situation, was it worth Michael’s intervention?

Palace indeed. But I’m not privy to

get into a

argues with anyone.”

to anger around her. She felt her face flush with embarrassment.

advice followed, “If there’s a misunderstanding with Mr. Dorsey, Best clear

soon.

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heavy with thoughts. She decided to make a trip

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on her desk upon entering her office. Frowning, she asked her colleagues. “Is this a mistake? Were these meant for someone

replied with a hint of envy. “They came first thing in

you.”

had barely sat down when her phone pinged with a text from

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