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.

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

the twists and turns of the prison, stopping finally at the door

right away but gave the uniformed man a meaningful look. He

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

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

was he?

in closer to study the man’s face. The guard stepped back, his hand subconsciously moving towards

“The Riddle family or the Dorsey family, whose side are

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on?”

Dustin himself was honored

stepped back, 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

family, then you must belong to someone.

in his mind, the guard dared not speak further. With Dustin’s approach, the

the door. “Well, aren’t

inside to find Brielle sitting on a cot, looking as though she was about to nod

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

brows and looked 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

her face. “What’s the matter, stunned

slid off the cot. “Mr.