Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 469

Brielle closed her eyes with a detached expression, a clear sign she had no intention of struggling. “Go on, hit me. But once I’m out of here, you’ll be regretting you ever wanted that arm. Isn’t the President of Dorsey International my secret lover? If he really forgets about me. well, I snagged him once, and I can do it again. Once I’ve got him wrapped around my finger. you guys are toast.”

Her brazenness bordered on shamelessness. Fighting with someone shameless only left your powerless. The two men were left speechless by her words, their faces turning red with frustration, feeling utterly humiliated.

The man at the door in uniform cast a long look at her, then chuckled, “Ms. Brielle, you do have

guts.”

Feeling that the anticipated punch hadn’t come, Brielle looked up and met the gaze of the uniformed man at the door. She was too calm, too rational, her gaze indifferent.

The man in uniform raised an eyebrow and instructed the other two. “Do as she says.”

Hearing this, Brielle lowered her eyes. “Should have done that in the first place.”

The two men by her side were seething with anger. “Don’t get too cocky. It’s not certain you. can get out of here. If you push us too far, you won’t even know what hit you.”

her face. “That’s why someone’s in charge and you’re not. With your wits, you’re better off staying guards forever.”

if she were a monster. They were brothers who had been in this place for years and had never encountered someone as tough as her.

all too well what it meant to deal with the President of Dorsey International – the heir to the Dorsey fortune. If this bitch managed to charm her way out, they wouldn’t just lose their jobs. They feared her vengeance would be tenfold.

her like any other. The orders were clear: drive her mad. But with her wits about her, even if they

closed her eyes, deep in

In the hospital.

a few emails, his head began to throb. He massaged his temples and turned to the doctor beside him. “When will this

Max, it’s hard to say. Maybe a month, maybe half a year. It

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fingers paused, his expression growing

him dive back into work so quickly. It was both reassuring and remarkable. “If the other Dorsey family members had half your sense, we wouldn’t be in this mess,” Michael said as he got up. feeling completely at ease. “Max, you should rest more. You’ve lost weight. No matter how

“Father, how’s Spencer?”

only right to show

when he found out his parents were sent away. Then, suddenly, he couldn’t sit still and kept begging to be discharged. He’s probably just restless.”