Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 362

Brielle stared at the chatter in the group chat, a frown creasing her brow.

In the video, Sarah was crying her eyes out, her plea for help making the unsuspecting guys‘ hearts break, and they rallied to her defense.

Sarah wasn’t about to miss this opportunity. Instead of worrying about being fired by Brielle, she’d rather make a scene to get the higher–ups‘ attention and then take the lead in firing Brielle. It was a classic case of striking first to gain the upper hand.

Sarah had already checked with the venue they had dinner at, confirming there were no cameras in the private room. So the truth, whatever it was, only the colleagues knew.

Brielle had been MIA for the last couple of days, missing her chance to set the record straight.

The scales had already tipped in Sarah’s favor. If Brielle were indeed driven out by public opinion, then anyone who came out to vouch for Brielle now would stick their neck out and might be ostracized by everyone.

In the workplace, being ostracized was a fate worse than death.

Sarah’s lips curled slightly as she read the ongoing discussions in the group chat and chimed

1. in.

[I upset Ms. Haywood, and I’m sorry. Please, let’s not talk about this anymore.]

sympathize with the underdog, and since Sarah was just another rank–and–file employee, they were eager to

it? She bullied you like that, and what, now

she even become a director? Didn’t she just sleep

posts about her on the Beaconsfield College forum before. Her character has always

gleamed in Sarah’s eyes as she thought of the indignity she had suffered that night.

her phone these past few days and, indeed, missed the best opportunity to speak up. Now, any statement from her would

hadn’t expected Sarah to go this far. It seemed her adversary was

sent to the CEO’s assistant. It was Sunday,

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before speaking to Max, who was busy with an international meeting.

slowly looked

of power, bullying staff.”

were as many as thirty emails. This was the most concentrated wave of complaints

responded with a nonchalant hum,

the company chat is full of discussions. Because Ms. Brielle hasn’t come out to clarify,

had the time to explain these past few days, and Max’s eyes twinkled with mirth as to why. “Then dissolve the group chat.”

blinked, but he

group chat that was abuzz with discussion was dissolved. Sarah, who was itching to spill her long–prepared tirade