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.

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

them through the twists and turns of the prison,

didn’t enter right away but gave the uniformed man a meaningful look. He was different from the other guards, seemingly of

was no stranger to domestic and international military bases, and moved in and out with

way this officer walked, back straight and footsteps light, he was a professional. Such a man shouldn’t be guarding a small–time prison, let alone be stationed

man was he?

closer to study the man’s face. The guard stepped back, his hand subconsciously moving towards his belt. “What are

or the Dorsey family, whose side

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on?”

America for years, and every member was formidable. Dustin himself was honored by foreign royalty and at

lowering his gaze. “I’m just a prison guard here, with a few men under my command. I’m not affiliated with any family, as you

you’re not with any family,

dared not speak further. With Dustin’s approach, the

glanced at the door. “Well, aren’t you

keys and unlocked the door. Dustin peeked inside to find Brielle sitting on a cot, looking as though

it was just another meal delivery and didn’t even open her eyes. That was

been there. She might have

in front of her face. “What’s the

off the cot. “Mr. Lynch?”