Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 348

Max guessed it. He had assumed that the female employee was after company data, but as he watched her shed her clothes, it dawned on him that she was pursuing a different kind of relationship altogether. A wave of revulsion surged through him.

There was disinfectant in the room, and he doused his phone in it repeatedly, gingerly holding it in his palm afterward. Still, there was a hint of reluctance in his heart. That carer had definitely touched his phone and even answered his calls.

He checked the call log. It was clean–conversations with some executives at Dorsey International and then with business partners.

If any of those people had called, the female employee wouldn’t have dared to delete it. But since she did, it meant the caller was a woman.

Which woman would call him? Only Brielle.

His private number was a closely guarded secret, and as for Aubree, he dismissed her instantly, not even considering her as a woman.

Max analyzed the situation briefly and made the call. It took a full minute for the call to be picked up on the other end.

Max asked, she nodded, then realizing he couldn’t see her, she quickly spoke up. “Yes, Mr. Dorsey, I came into work today and found out that the book project was handed over

to invest two billion in the project. Although she and Max had been skeptical at first, the book had made some concessions, prompting Dorsey

the project. Now, it seemed he was

you aware of this, Mr. Dorsey? If William has bypassed

off mid–sentence by Max. “Is

could drip through the phone. Across the miles and through the wires, his words pierced Brielle’s heart. It was a mixture of pain,

unreasonable way of invading one’s heart. She fell silent, waiting for her rapidly beating heart to settle. It was like an arrow shot across

respond. “What wishes did you make at Radiant

need to

hated how vulnerable she felt. She was like a fish gasping for breath on a cutting board, surviving only on the occasional droplets of water Max spared her. In the moments he withheld, she lay there, gasping,

feeling of being out of control or of placing one’s hope in someone else was truly dreadful.

tone, but then she

be angry. I broke our

Church. If only the person who had made promises to her had been there to see that brilliant sunset with her. But some