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.

the orphanage with someone else. Max wondered which issue Brielle would tackle first when 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 suddenly anxious and quickly stood up..

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

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

concern for her. She got to her feet and saw that he had somehow produced a bowl of oatmeal. “Ms. Haywood, have

to get back,

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

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

at this hour, finding a taxt near the piphanage was a fost comes the didnt know

flatly. Til drop you off where there are more people so you can get a cab

need a ride. If someone’s waiting for you, then

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

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

handle it, so remember to keep fit and, now