Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 679

A scarf had led to an all–night manhunt, but the thief might as well have vanished into thin air. Despite turning every private lounge Inside out, there was no trace to be found. Moreover, there was a concurrent cyber attack on the surrounding security systems. This job was so slick it had to be the work of someone on the international most–wanted list.

The staff couldn’t fathom what was so special about Mr. Dorsey’s scarf that warranted such a massive uproar from the thieves. Could it possibly bear the secrets of Dorsey International’s business strategies?

Everyone was baffled and on edge.

Max had been sitting on that couch all night, his eyes now half–closed, his thoughts a mystery to all. The rest of the room remained silent, not daring to speak.

“Go on. Get out,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, likely having given up on the scarf.

Those present felt a wave of relief wash over them as they shuffled out of the lounge, their bodies heavy with exhaustion.

The commotion stirred Jaired, who had been dozing off to the side. He stretched languidly and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Did you find it?” His voice was still rough with sleep.

Max was irritated and yanked at the tie around his neck, his usually impeccable composure now visibly disturbed.

“No.”

just shooing away the guests last night. What kind of scarf costs that much? I heard the staff

be woven into a scarf.

to disappear after just a week of wear.

he’d misheard and froze, then dug a finger into his ear. “Say that

million, alienating numerous guests, and having the staff at Tequila Sunset scour the place all night all

just an ordinary scarf?

wanted to curse out loud but didn’t know where to direct his anger, so

to be one foolish move after another, and love was a folly chased by two fools.

Utterly pointless.

night in the lounge. Kenzo was right

nothing, feeling the weight of several restless days, and as the lounge quieted down, he

been found with the remains of the scarf inside. Barely anything was

a strong motive, but Patrick couldn’t puzzle out what they truly intended to steal. Was the scarf just a secondary prize, and had they stolen something far more valuable from

thought of exiting quietly but heard a hoarse

car. Just a pile of ash left. It’s no use to anyone now.” Patrick

was wide awake.

a pang of