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.”

had left her bed that morning, now presiding over

just as much so in

when a tap on her shoulder made her turn. “Why’s the director not here?

the only one who knew about her and

her badge, “I

a deeply hidden disdain. “Isn’t he your fiancé? Really? With

her

graduated from the top 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

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tell me you got two-timed?” Lucinda’s pity

organized her documents,

suit. Hel quickly straightened his tie and

him

the meeting with me.” She had prepared the files. If he was questioned, she’d

the top floor was

dread as he entered the boardroom and met the cold gaze of the man by the window. He greeted respectfully, “Mr.

a large French window. Max sat there, like a tree covered with

the directors rigid with sweaty

the Dorsey family, some even elders to Max. She pressed her lips together in a small smile, meeting Max’s

a seat, regretting last night’s