Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 302

Feeling like a ton of bricks had settled in her chest, Brielle leaned on her cane and climbed back

into her car.

After parking in the downtown core, she hobbled into a nearby diner. Her mind was still a foggy mess. She had skipped meals all day, and now her stomach was punishing her, gnawing painfully from the inside. If she didn’t eat soon, she’d likely pass out from low blood sugar before even making it home.

She propped her cane beside her and ordered some comfort food – a cheeseburger with a side of fries.

This little joint was a stone’s throw away from Dorsey International, drawing a crowd of white–collar workers from the surrounding offices. In the world of finance, the hot topic was always the latest news. So, it was only a few minutes after sitting down that she caught wind of the Haywood family’s troubles.

The news had been buzzing about it for days, but for these folks, the angle was different. With the Haywood family in disarray, who would swoop in to claim their slice of the market? How would the stock market react? Speculations on which stocks would soar and which would plummet fueled the lively debates.

Amidst this chatter, Brielle felt like an outsider. It had been half a month since she’d set foot in Dorsey International, having been on rest since her leg injury. But right now, the last thing on her mind was work instead, she pondered how the Haywood family would handle the funeral arrangements.

After finishing her meal, she grabbed her cane and began the walk back to her car. Just then, a luxury car – one that screamed millions pulled up beside her. Out stepped Catherine, the woman she had met the other day.

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shifted to the cane. “How’s the leg? Still not healed?

paused, turning to see Catherine clutching her designer purse worth a

for her husband days ago. Indeed, she had seen the Haywood family’s misfortune unfold

from Dorsey International in the same timeframe, leaving Catherine restless and worried. The rumor mill suggested it was all because Catherine had

lifted off her shoulders, Catherine felt ridiculous for ever being scared of Brielle, a divorcee.

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gloom a

that and the Dorsey family ditching you, you’ll struggle to find a man if you end up a cripple,” Catherine taunted.

grip on her cane, noticing Catherine approaching with the same malice as before. Catherine’s kick had resulted in a

coming for her again, a sharp glint passed through Brielle’s eyes. As Catherine drew closer, Brielle offered a thin smile. “Even if I were to

forward, and her foot was poised to strike, but Brielle’s cane was quicker, jabbing

rear. The bustling street was full of onlookers,

anger, Catherine noticed another figure stepping out of her car – her husband, Bradley, the CEO of