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.

was complicit in something shady–Brielle was certain he had been bribed. Plus, the mysterious message “help me” sent to the group chat, seemed like a desperate move by someone behind the

to her advantage, Brielle had confronted Simon, and he

was pulling the strings from the shadows?

chilling, and a name

Dorsey clan to learn of her relationship with Max. Yet, he had remained inactive. His

anxiety–it

previous threat to poison Max, and his son Spencer was

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had her head in the clouds, far from any power struggle.

in the company. If he had been monitoring Brielle’s movements, he would’ve been

police station, Brielle drove back to the company, only to find a crowd gathered outside Dorsey Tower. In the midst of it all was Simon, sitting

contest of tears.

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

to her, and Brielle’s frown deepened. How did Simon

on sight?

too late to reverse; the mob was closing in, hurling insults and accusations at her vehicle.

owe this family an explanation!”

justice! How hard it is for an honest farming family to raise a

Dorsey International hadn’t seen the recent livestream. They all thought Brielle was to blame. Someone

window.

Come

Crash!”