Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 439

After hanging up the phone, Spencer flashed his homeowner’s ID to the gatekeeper and was naturally granted entry.

When he reached Brielle’s location, he felt an unexpected surge of excitement. Sydney welcomed him in, and Spencer strode past her into the house.

There, Brielle lay on the couch, sleeping quietly but looking terribly under the weather. Spencer’s brow furrowed in concern. The medication should have only put her into a deep sleep without harming her. Yet, she appeared so frail.

He glanced at Sydney, who hurried to explain. “Didn’t I tell you? Ms. Haywood wasn’t feeling well. When I first came in, I noticed she looked quite pale.”

Spencer snorted dismissively, certain that Sydney wouldn’t dare harm Brielle. He bent down, about to scoop Brielle into his arms, when her phone on the coffee table rang and caught his attention – it was Max calling.

Sydney also noticed and was surprised. She knew Max was the president of Dorsey International, but why had Brielle saved his contact simply as ‘Max?’

Others at Dorsey International would’ve respectfully listed him as ‘Mr. Dorsey.”

A first–name basis suggested either equal standing or a close relationship. Sydney dismissed the former, but could the latter be possible?

Brielle sure knew how to elevate her status,

nearly stopped at the sight of the flashing screen. He could not answer the call but worried that ignoring it might raise suspicion. He took Brielle’s phone, using her fingertip to

press the answer button.

reading the message. Even though she wanted to sleep, there

International, troubled by something the evening before. In the morning, he’d checked his phone to find no messages or missed calls. Brielle sure could keep

end, he compromised and reached out first, only to have the call

he be the one upset?

and helpless, he texted back. [Rest well. Call me when you wake up.]

relief at the response

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than ever before. Although he and Brielle had been engaged for years, he had never held her like this. And she had never been so docile before. Previously, it was indifference, then disgust. Her feelings

not live. If Max

he instructed her. “Go back to Dorsey International, to the penthouse. Make sure Uncle Max

fearful of lying to the president. “Mr. Spencer, I-‘