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…”

did nothing to stir Max; instead, he addressed someone behind him, “Get someone else to take

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

turned crimson, a sense of defeat like she had never felt before

her perfume assailed his nostrils. Just as he reached for his phone, his fingers paused. “Did you touch my phone?” He

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 delete the call

heart pounded erratically, but she feigned innocence. “I didn’t.”

been great, and a sedative meant not even thunder could wake her, leaving her unable to corroborate any story.

his aura sharp

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

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Chapter 347

react, Max whipped out a handkerchief, which he swiftly tied around her wrists. With a firm tug, she was pulled out of the room. She didn’t land on her

shut with a loud “bang.”

her blouse, and her face turned pale. She heard the click of high heels approaching. Shortly after, Alivia, a

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

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