Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Spencer’s chest heaved with the force of his fury. His eyes seared into Brielle as if they could shoot flames.

“I’m not kidding around, and don’t you think you can keep fooling me. Sure, my relationship with Lillian was a mistake, but what about your flings with other guys? How was that any better? We’re both in the mud here. You better not have anything going on with Max, or I swear, even as a ghost, I won’t let you off the hook. We’ll see about that.”

Spencer released his grip, and his eyes were filled with venom. “When you were playing around. with other guys, I might have let that slide, but if you’re secretly seeing Max while putting me down, I can never forgive you.

Brielle found him utterly ridiculous. How did he manage to place himself in the victim’s seat so quickly? She stood there, calm and unmoved, and with a blank expression, she let out a cold retort. “Are you done? If so, you can leave.”

Spencer’s face turned a deep shade of red, but as he had said, everything was just speculation. He needed evidence. If he did find proof, he would be willing to lose everything just to get back at Brielle.

How could he allow anyone to trample on his dignity like that?

Once his car had driven off, Brielle let out a sigh. Spencer was insufferable. Spencer had stewed for days before confronting her because he was probably busy hunting for evidence. but after coming up empty–handed, he had erupted in frustrated anger.

Dealing with Spencer was becoming a headache for Brielle, but it wasn’t the first time he had behaved so irrationally. He was like a petulant child who believed that crying and throwing a fit would get him

what he wanted. In reality, such behavior only ruined whatever good was left in the beginning. It was almost laughable.

Back at home, Brielle decided to temporarily forget about Spencer’s antics and focus on researching Kingston Enterprises. She couldn’t let it go. It was meant to be a distraction, but she had stumbled upon some intriguing leads.

Her lips curled into a slight smile. She had planned to visit Dorsey International the next day. but any delay might mean Kingston’s deal would go through. So, after a brief rest, she headed out with the documents in hand.

The elevator took her straight to the top floor, and as the conference room doors swung open, there was Max, emerging amidst a cluster of executives.

Brielle saw him, and her body tensed involuntarily. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

The HR Director and the Finance Director exchanged a glance, sensing an opportunity to curry favor with Max, and they hurried to speak up. “Mr. Dorsey, Ms. Haywood is over there.”

The HR Director had thought that sharing this information would lead Max to stop and chat

with Brielle, but Max merely gave Brielle a cursory glance, nodded slightly, and headed for his office.

What was going on? Max’s demeanor toward Ms. Haywood was usually warmer. Had their relationship changed?

Their minds raced, and in an instant, they surmised that Max must have ended things. Men, after all, grew tired of the same flavor, and there were already rumors that Ms. Alivia was Max’s true love. Now

that Ms. Alivia was set to return, it made sense for the President to refocus his attention.

They had thought Ms. Haywood would be different, yet in Max’s world, she was just another passerby. With this ‘fact‘ in mind, they scrapped the idea of using Brielle to get close to Max. It seemed wiser to align themselves with the future Mrs. Dorsey.