Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 410

The air was thick with tension.

William’s face turned icy, his expression souring by the second. The few executives surrounding him sensed the tension ramping up between him and Brielle and, feigning deafness, made a hasty retreat.

Brielle stood her ground, watching William approach with a steely gaze. Ever since the debacle with Sarah that William had engineered, there was no pretense of civility between them.

“Brielle,” he began with a sneer. “You flirt with Max on the one hand, while you help Ryan, your ex–father–in–law, claw his way back into Dorsey International. Does Max know about your undying torch for Spencer? This time, Spencer really should be thanking you.”

“Mr. William, you needn’t worry about my affairs. Perhaps you should concern yourself with your own issues. The police are investigating Sarah’s case, and I’m sure the puppet master behind the scenes is starting to sweat, aren’t they?”

William’s eyes darkened, a mix of amusement and malice dancing within them. How could the police possibly trace anything back to him? He’d been playing the game in Beaconsfield for years, with plenty of pawns willing to fall on their swords for him. Brielle was just too naive if she thought the world was black and white.

“Brielle, you’re a ridiculous,” he taunted. “Just wait until Michael hears about your little escapades with Max. Both of you will be in deep trouble, especially Max. He’ll lose all trust from Michael.”

And then, there would be no place for Max in the Dorsey family.

“Mr. William, who’s the real fool here? Max’s vision encompasses mountains and seas, but your sight is forever confined under the Dorsey family’s roof. You use gentility as a tool to probe hearts and your privileged cunning to curry favor with Michael. I now see why Max never bothered to mention you. Someone who can’t see beyond the Dorsey family’s shadow simply doesn’t qualify as his adversary.”

like a physical

with rage. No one had

tight he thought his teeth might crack, his carefully maintained facade crumbling away. He could barely breathe,

that damned bietch!

years, only to be

did he have to

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grew colder, bordering on murderous. He felt an almost uncontrollable urge to strangle Brielle on the spot. To him, Brielle was nothing but an ant, easily crushed. underfoot. Yet she dared to provoke him in his own minefield.

of remaining sanity that he didn’t lash out then and there. The storm in his eyes was brewing, and he finally forced

to the spot. She wasn’t intended to provoke William, but she couldn’t just sit idly

knew that had it been a second later, she would be dead. The flower pot dropping from such a height was no accident; it was

survive.

wasn’t an option; he already saw her as a thorn in his side

car, his internal turmoil continued. His