Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 363

Max slouched in his high–rise office chair; his brow furrowed as he absorbed Patrick’s news about the increasing number of whistleblowing letters. He snapped his laptop shut. “Push back the overseas meeting.” It was time to pay a visit to Brielle at Pearl Estate.

Patrick, knowing what was on Max’s mind, followed suit.

They had just reached the exclusive parking garage via the private elevator when Max was halted in his tracks. Sarah stood before him, her eyes wide with trepidation and rimmed with red. “Mr. Dorsey.”

It was Sunday, the office was sparse with staff, but top–floor happenings were hard to hide. Someone had tipped Sarah off, prompting her to rush to Dorsey International. She lay in wait by the private elevator exit.

Her heart swelled with pride at the unexpected encounter with her top–tier boss. Gossip in the group chats wasn’t enough; she was determined to make Mr. Dorsey despise Brielle enough to fire her.

Max regarded the woman before him impassively. Sarah momentarily flinched, unsure if Max was privy to Brielle’s situation. “Mr. Dorsey, I–I wish to formally accuse my supervisor. She’s been-” Max’s presence was overwhelming, and despite Sarah’s internal struggle, she couldn’t

muster a complete sentence.

Max, out of patience, stepped around her to leave.

As Sarah’s mind scrambled, she hurried after him. “Mr. Dorsey, my supervisor, Brielle, has abused her power during department gatherings. There’s been discontent ever since she was promoted, and… and she’s been involved in inappropriate relationships! Many in the department are her… her bed partners!”

Seeing Max’s stoic reaction, Sarah, feeling like a small fry, thought she needed to up the ante. Her next words halted Max in his tracks. And Patrick, standing behind him, furrowed his brow deeply.

Her words had struck a chord, and Sarah, feeling emboldened, pushed on,

Mr. Dorsey left her breathless. No wonder the finance papers

the term.

distant

but in front of Max, all her tactics seemed transparent, as if her soul lay bare

stand by Max’s side and

to find Patrick

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please hold.”

to report her department head to the

must report Brielle to Mr. Dorsey.”

submit your evidence to the

her fist clenched

simply nodded and walked away.

trip to Dorsey International if Mr. Dorsey wouldn’t personally punish Brielle. Was she doomed to watch

in vexation, and as the garage quieted down, a well–dressed man emerged from

and immediately masked

here? And he seemed to have been