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.

by her trip to the orphanage with someone else. Max wondered which issue Brielle would tackle first when she explained

long as she explained, he couldn’t bear to be angry with her.

up on the orphanage’s sofa to see that it was already eleven o’clock. She was

with his phone on another sofa, seemingly busy texting someone. When he saw her wake up, he put his phone

asleep. She was no longer tired, but her stomach was painfully empty. “Ricardo, why haven’t you gone home yet?”

didn’t think much of this nineteen–year–old boy’s concern for her. She got to her feet and saw that he had

get back,

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

didnt really does an esppit, but it was hard to refuse the gesture (ince she was in

taxt near the piphanage was a fost comes

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

don’t need a ride. If someone’s waiting for you, then you should get

Brielle, rubbing her

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

it, so remember to

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