Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 267

Brielle, unusually silenced by the retort, it seemed like they indeed knew that she was somehow connected to Spencer’s kidnapping.

And what about the relocation?

She decided to lay her cards on the table. “I stashed Spencer in the bathroom, planning to have a friend help move him, but he has disappeared.”

Patrick exhaled in relief, glad that Ms. Brielle hadn’t lost her memory.

“It was someone arranged by Mr. Dorsey, because Ryan was closing in on the hotel quickly. Mr. Dorsey had Spencer moved, and all your surveillance traces were wiped clean, Ms. Brielle. Don’t worry, Ryan won’t be able to trace it back to you.”

Receiving a concrete answer from him, Brielle didn’t quite know how to react. So Max knew everything from the start, including how many lies had she spun?

Even just now, he definitely knew she went to the hotel to move Spencer. Looking back, that conversation seemed like a joke. Her defenses must have looked like clownish antics to him.

“Ms. Brielle, the Haywood family’s major clients have been nearly poached clean. I expect the Haywoods will be reaching out to you soon. Brace yourself for that.”

Right now, Brielle couldn’t care less about the Haywood family. Her mind was preoccupied with Max.

What to do? He must be angry. How could she earn his forgiveness?

Between her and Spencer, Max chose her without hesitation, only to be repaid with her deceit. Brielle’s mind was like a roller coaster plummeting downhill, leaving nothing but a blank slate and the echoes of her soul’s cries.

She didn’t even want to think about where Max might have moved Spencer. He must have taken him to a covert, secure place.

taken his son. After all, the Dorsey family had called the police and despite the large turnout, they fourtd nothing. In Ryan’s eyes, this wasn’t something a small fry

of suspicion while also

because Max had helped her. She just

going

probably at

coming to him for an answer,

Chapter 267

much in their

beside her, and headed out the door. Unable to drive with her injured

she found Wesley polishing antiques in the hallway. His

the room but didn’t

this time, but Max, signifying a closeness that surpassed

left a few minutes ago. Must’ve had

idea where

shook his head.

cane. Wesley, seeing her struggle, advised, “Ms. Brielle, you should rest that leg. An infection would only make things worse.”

rest, but making amends

have the driver take you, Ms. Brielle. Just tell him where you want

were inconvenient, she got in the car but hesitated

Kenzo.

the caller