Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 557

“Mr Dorsey, don’t worry. Ms. Brielle is bound to come back tonight. Patrick’s statement hung in the air as he fell silent, fully aware of how Michael’s tactics went straight for the jugular.

Indeed, Michael was the one who knew Max best, and thus, he knew exactly how to twist the knife to make it hurt the most. And Ms. Brielle wasn’t answering her phone, leaving everyone clueless about what was going on with her.

“Yeah.” Max’s tone was indifferent as he opened his laptop, seemingly having gotten his emotions under control.

Patrick had the housekeeper sweep up the fragments of the broken phone and equipped

Max with a new one.

The overseas acquisition had drained a lot of manpower and resources, and after a heavy initial promotional push, it required Max’s personal touch on many decisions. He couldn’t afford to drop the ball now, not with the hard work of several branches on the line for the past six months.

After pinpointing several issues and reviewing the report one last time to ensure there were no mistakes, he declared the meeting adjourned.

The meeting had stretched on for two hours. Later, Max left his study to sit on the sofa in the ground floor living room, quietly waiting for Brielle’s return.

issue, followed by her trip to the orphanage with someone else. Max

she explained, he couldn’t bear to be angry with her. He had never

that it was already eleven o’clock. She was suddenly anxious and

texting someone. When he saw her wake up, he put his phone away. “Ms. Haywood,

both tired and hungry before falling asleep. She was no longer tired, but her stomach was painfully empty. “Ricardo, why haven’t you

oblivious to others‘ feelings, didn’t think much of this nineteen–year–old boy’s concern for her. She got to her feet and saw that he had somehow produced a bowl of

I need to get back, and someone’s waiting for me

her can “Abight.

esppit, but it was hard

standing by waiting for a nah But at this hour, finding a taxt near the piphanage was a fost comes the

can get a cab back. Sorry, I really

If someone’s waiting for you, then

gaze was clear and innocent. Brielle, rubbing her temples,

car. When they reached a bustling crossroads, he spoke up. “Ms. Haywood, you can drop me off here.”

advised him, “The company will negotiate with production crews soon. Your new agent will handle it, so remember to keep