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.

it was the rosary, then the million–dollar issue, followed by her trip to the orphanage with someone else. Max

with her. He had never wanted to be angry

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

to bed, and Ricardo was playing with his phone on another sofa, seemingly busy texting someone. When he saw her wake up, he put

longer tired, but her stomach was painfully empty. “Ricardo, why haven’t you gone home yet?” “I was worried about you. So I thought I’d

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

back,

the Pud down and followed her can “Abight. Til walk

an esppit, but it was hard to refuse the

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

more people so you can get a cab back. Sorry, I really have

ride. If someone’s waiting for you, then

gaze was clear and innocent. Brielle,

couldn’t refuse and got into the car. When they reached a bustling crossroads, he spoke up. “Ms. Haywood, you

Your new agent will handle it, so remember to keep fit and, now that you have a salary, get yourself some proper clothes. You’ll need to meet some directors