Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 472

Aubree’s tears had stopped, replaced by a hint of surprise.

The Dorsey and Riddle families were powerhouses, but Dustin had handled them with just a phone call. Weren’t the Lynches part of the high society in North America? How did they have such clout in Beaconsfield?

“Mr. Lynch, can we go see Bri now?”

“Why not?”

“Mr. Lynch, I never noticed before how damn handsome you are.”

He snorted, “You’re just realizing this now? One of you has got a thing for Andrew, the other for Max. You and Brielle really need to pair up and get your eyes checked.”

Aubree decided to keep quiet.

Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up to the prison entrance. The gates were already open, with a uniformed man waiting to receive them. The very same man they’d seen earlier.

Without a word, the uniformed man looked at Dustin, his eyelashes fluttering downwards. “Mr. Lynch, you can go in to see Ms. Brielle, but this young lady…”

He glanced at Aubree with a troubled expression. Impatient as ever, she tried to barge right in. Dustin held her back. “You wait here. If anything happens to her, I’ll turn this police station upside down, deal?”

Aubree stopped in her tracks, never before had she seen Dustin so towering and impressive.

glance and a slight chuckle. “Lead the way.”

nodded and led them through the twists and turns of the prison, stopping finally at the door to

gave the uniformed man a meaningful look. He was different from the

He was no stranger to domestic and international military bases, and moved

professional. Such a man shouldn’t be guarding a small–time

was he?

man’s face. The guard stepped back, his

“The Riddle family or

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on?”

was formidable. Dustin himself was honored by foreign royalty and at the

here, with a few men under my command. I’m not affiliated with any family, as

softly. “If you’re not with any family, then

With Dustin’s approach,

at the door. “Well, aren’t

guard took out his keys and unlocked the door. Dustin peeked inside to find Brielle sitting

even open her eyes. That was until a hand hovered near her nose as if

face that shouldn’t have been there. She might have thought it a

in front of her face. “What’s the

the cot. “Mr. Lynch?”