Master of his heart

Chapter 5

Faith’s tone was icy, her words dripping with disdain as though Brielle was beneath her notice. Brielle knew that if she didn’t take action, the next call would be to the Haywoods, and then her parents would be on the line, lecturing her on her lack of charm and tact.

She was tired of being a puppet on strings. After hanging up, she texted Faith the address of the suburban mansion, Spencer’s little love nest. If Faith cared to dig, she would discover her son’s mistress.

Brielle also wondered if Faith already knew about Spencer and Lillian’s affair, which would explain her increasingly imperious attitude. Not only did Faith expect her to play the dutiful daughter-in-law within the Dorsey clan, but she also expected her to handle Spencer’s business affairs. Talk about making the most of her assets.

When Brielle arrived at Dorsey Tower and pushed open the office door, she found the entire floor eerily silent.

Everyone sat up straight, casting anxious glances toward the elevators. Whispers echoed through the cubicles.

“All the execs got called up for a meeting. Word is Mr. Dorsey’s not staying abroad this time.”

“The Wall Street Journal had a feature on him just the other day-Harvard wunderkind.”

“Looks like a shake-up at Dorsey International.”

who had left her bed that morning, now presiding over the top

sexy in bed, and just as much so in

her shoulder made her turn. “Why’s the director not here? If he skips the exec meeting, our department’s going to be in the

the only one who knew about

clipped on her badge, “I

hint of surprise appeared in Lucinda’s eyes, followed by a deeply hidden disdain. “Isn’t he

ace up her sleeve, but it wasn’t

university in the country, Beaconsfield College. However, in a company like Dorsey International, you could randomly throw a brick, and it would hit a high-achieving graduate from an Ivy League school.

Chapter 5

another woman at the mall last week. Don’t tell me you got two-timed?”

and organized her documents,

the elevator dinged, and Spencer emerged, suave in a grey suit. Hel quickly straightened

him the

to the private elevator, “You’re coming to the meeting

atmosphere on the top floor was tense, the senior

met the cold gaze of the man

a large French window. Max sat there, like a

boardroom was silent, the directors rigid with

some even elders to Max. She pressed her lips together in a small smile, meeting Max’s impassive stare. He really was a different person

seat, regretting