Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 371

By the time Brielle was seated in the back of the police cruiser, her mind was a whirlwind of confusion.

Upon arrival at the station, it was revealed to her that Sarah had drowned, and her time of death was at nine, the previous night.

“Miss Brielle,” the officer inquired, tapping away at his keyboard, “where were you last night at

nine?”

“At home,” she replied.

“Any witnesses to confirm that?”

“There’s a security camera at my front door. I didn’t leave the house all day.”

The officer continued, businesslike, “Who did the victim associate with regularly?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t really know her,” Brielle admitted.

He gave her a probing look before diligently noting her response.

Brielle furrowed her brow in thought before asking. “Was Sarah’s death a suicide, or was it foul play?”

“We’ll have to wait for the autopsy results for that.”

Brielle’s eyes fell. If Sarah’s death were ruled a suicide, things would become incredibly complicated for her. The video of her pressuring Sarah to sing was still out there, and the public would surely blame her harassment as a direct cause of the tragedy. Moreover, with no surveillance in the bar from that night and Sarah now gone, no one could corroborate the truth.

bribed. Plus, the mysterious message “help me” sent to the group chat, seemed like

this to her advantage, Brielle had confronted Simon, and he had

was pulling the strings from the shadows?

thought alone was chilling, and a name surfaced in her

the first in the Dorsey clan to learn of her relationship with Max. Yet, he had

clammy with anxiety–it

impulsive, as evidenced by his previous threat to poison Max, and his son Spencer was too rash to be behind such a

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head in the clouds, far from

deep roots in the company. If he had been monitoring Brielle’s movements, he would’ve been well aware of her

Brielle drove back to the company, only to find a crowd gathered outside Dorsey Tower. In the midst of it

contest

eyes locked onto Brielle’s car, and he stood up, pointing an accusing

and Brielle’s frown

on sight?

was too late to reverse; the mob was closing in,

You owe this family

think your money can shield you from justice! How hard it is for an honest farming family to

come for Dorsey International hadn’t seen the recent livestream. They all thought Brielle was to blame. Someone even picked up a stone, intending to smash her car

window.

Witch! Come

Crash!”