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.]

angrier everyone else became. People tended to sympathize with the underdog, and since Sarah was just another rank–and–file employee, they

shouldn’t we talk about it? She bullied you like that, and what, now she

a director? Didn’t she just sleep her

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

suffered that

days and, indeed, missed the best opportunity to speak up. Now, any statement from her would only add fuel to the fire. And because of her silence, the colleagues who initially spoke up for her were now being attacked by

this far. It

sent to the CEO’s assistant. It was Sunday, and the office was not empty; Max was

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barrage of complaints, Patrick frowned and hesitated before speaking to Max, who was busy with an international meeting. “Mr.

and he slowly looked up. “Complaints about what?”

of power, bullying staff.”

emails. This was the most concentrated wave of complaints

with a nonchalant hum, then

discussions. Because Ms. Brielle hasn’t

and Max’s eyes twinkled

he didn’t

abuzz with discussion was dissolved. Sarah, who was itching to spill her long–prepared tirade against Brielle, watched in disbelief as the group fell silent. Her typed words went