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.

herself enough to remain calm. So when Max asked, she nodded, then realizing he couldn’t see her, she quickly spoke up. “Yes, Mr. Dorsey,

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

the CEO, should have been approving every stage. of the project. Now, it seemed he was completely out of the loop–even the approvals

of this, Mr. Dorsey? If

was cut off mid–sentence by Max. “Is

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

invading one’s heart. She fell silent, waiting for her rapidly beating heart to settle.

didn’t give her time to respond. “What wishes did you make

need to ask that?

if she might draw blood. She hated how vulnerable she felt. She was like a fish gasping for breath on a cutting board, surviving only on the occasional droplets

feeling of being out of control or of placing one’s

a few simple wishes.” She deliberately cooled her tone, but then she heard Max chuckle

have every right to be angry. I broke our appointment and

instantly, reminded of the sunset she’d seen on her way to Radiant Light Church. If only the person who had made promises to her