Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 960

"It's getting late. Want me to come with you, or wait until Mr. Dorsey gets back and go together?"

Ramey glanced up, catching a brief look from Brielle before she quickly averted her gaze and headed for the door.

"No need, I'll be right back."

There wasn't much Ramey could say. After all, Brielle was the lady of the house.

As Brielle stepped outside, her phone buzzed again, still those persistent calls from the other side.

"There's a car waiting for you at the gate."

Brielle's palms were clammy with sweat as she thought about how to reach out to Max, or even Andrew. Sure, Andrew was a jerk, but he still cared about what happened to Aubree.

She pressed her lips together, wondering if the other side still had tabs on her.

So she moved the phone away, exiting the call screen.

But immediately, the voice sharply reminded her.

"Ms. Brielle, I've told you, don't try any tricks. Every move you make is under my watchful eye."

There was a calm defiance in Brielle's eyes, knowing there was no other way now.

Even if getting into the car meant facing death, she had to go if Aubree was in trouble.

She couldn't help but touch her belly, feeling a flicker of worry and anxiety.

might result in Aubree losing a finger. How did they

there, will you really let Aubree

end grew serious, "Of course, Ms. Brielle, we value

that, Brielle stopped talking and lowered her head as she got into the

got in, he confiscated her phone and handed her a new

Brielle, please

vehicle was also manned by their crew. If Max tried

handed to her was already on a call, with the same man

supposed to hang up, or they

her emotions and tried to piece together

could be behind

The Dorsey clan?

the Dorsey family was almost out

the means, but wasn't he hospitalized? Besides, with William gone,

would have

the power to

in a life-or-death struggle

a

wasn't him who kidnapped

Tiffanie was kidnapped, it seemed like his doing. But this time,

she thought, the more agitated she became, her pregnancy making her

phone was quiet, and so was

but feel the pull of

nails dug into her palms, a sharp pain bringing her back to her senses. She looked outside. The car had left the Beaconsfield city

so she had

was