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.”

why someone’s in charge and you’re not. With

who had been

back, knowing 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

her wits about her, even if they tried to break her a hundred times, she would remain unshaken. The brothers

Brielle closed her eyes, deep in thought.

In the hospital.

lightly tapped on the keyboard, but after only a few emails, his head began to throb. He massaged his temples and turned

month, maybe half a year. It depends on

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11:54

fingers paused, his

in good shape, his chest wound was healing well, and Michael was surprised to see 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,

“Father, how’s Spencer?”

only right to show concern for

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