Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 347

The carer deliberately slowed her speech, making it sound a tad syrupy.

Brielle’s momentarily stalled brain clicked into gear. “I’m Mr. Dorsey’s employee. I need to discuss something with him.”

“Oh, is that so?”

A flicker of disdain passed through the carer’s eyes. Was this one of those assistants who used the guise of reporting to Mr. Dorsey as a ploy to flirt? And with that pleasing voice, the possibility seemed even more likely.

“Max is aware of the situation already.” she stated dismissively and hung up, placing Max’s phone back in its spot.

No sooner had she done this than the door swung open, and Max stood in the doorway, his gaze turning icy and piercing. “What are you doing at my desk?”

His computer had a privacy screen, and all the folders were locked. There had been attempts to steal company secrets before, but none had succeeded. So the instant he saw someone near his computer, he was on alert.

The carer’s cheeks flushed instantly. “Max, about the health checkup I mentioned…”

Max; instead, he addressed someone behind him, “Get someone else to take care

at work or out and about, men often ogled her figure. But Max had never given her

face turned crimson, a sense of defeat like

approached, frowning as her perfume assailed his nostrils. Just as he reached for his phone, his fingers paused. “Did you touch my phone?” He always placed his phone about six inches from the edge of the desk, but

carer’s face grew even more uncomfortable. Hadn’t she placed it exactly where it was before? And surely Max hadn’t had time to check the surveillance footage. She had even gone. as far as to

erratically, but she feigned innocence.

been great, and a sedative meant

his aura sharp

began to peel off her clothes. “Max, I’ve fancied you from the moment I

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Chapter 347

around her wrists. With a firm tug, she was pulled out of the room. She didn’t land on her feet, her clothes were disheveled, and she found herself sitting on the floor.

door slammed shut with

the click of high heels approaching. Shortly after, Alivia, a woman she often saw around, appeared

by looking at the carer’s disarray, Alivia knew what had gone down. Alivia’s eyes were ruthless as her heel bore down onto the carer’s

nearly screamed from the pain but heard Alivia’s cold voice, “Make a sound, and I’ll ruin that pretty face of