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.

gave the uniformed man a sidelong glance and a slight chuckle. “Lead the way.”

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

look. He was different from the other guards, seemingly of a higher

and was well–traveled. He was no stranger to domestic and international military bases, and moved in and out with ease.

straight and footsteps light, he was a professional. Such a man

was he?

closer to study the man’s face. The

question. “The Riddle family or the Dorsey family,

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on?”

honored by foreign royalty and at the helm of Infinity Brilliance as CEO, and was

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

“If you’re not with any family, then you must belong to someone. Who might

speak further. With Dustin’s approach, the more you said,

at the door.

his keys and unlocked the door. Dustin peeked inside to find Brielle sitting on a cot, looking as though she was about to nod off.

was just another meal delivery and didn’t even open her eyes. That was until a hand hovered near her nose as if checking for

up to see a face that shouldn’t have been there. She might have thought it a hallucination, but even then, Dustin would be the last person she’d imagine.

of her face. “What’s the matter, stunned

slid off the cot. “Mr. Lynch?”