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

turns of the prison, stopping

enter right away but gave the uniformed man a meaningful look. He was different from the other guards, seemingly of a higher rank.

in influential North American circles and was well–traveled. He was no stranger to domestic and international military bases, and moved in and

officer walked, back straight and footsteps light, he was a professional. Such a man shouldn’t

man was

closer to study the man’s face. The

answer his question. “The Riddle family or the

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on?”

formidable. Dustin himself was honored by foreign royalty

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

stroked his chin, chuckling softly. “If you’re not with any family, then you must

guard dared not speak further. With Dustin’s approach, the more you said, the more you

the guard’s sealed lips, Dustin glanced at the door. “Well, aren’t you going to open it?”

peeked inside to find Brielle

didn’t even open her eyes. That

have been there. She might have thought it a hallucination, but even then, Dustin would be the last

of her face. “What’s the matter,

the cot. “Mr. Lynch?”