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.”

bed that morning, now presiding over the top floor, and the corner of her mouth twitched

just as much

her shoulder made her turn. “Why’s the director not here?

Lucinda, the only one who knew about

her badge, “I don’t

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

was an ace up her sleeve, but it

from the top university in the country, Beaconsfield College. However, in a company like Dorsey International, you could randomly throw

Chapter 5

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

sighed and organized her

a grey suit. Hel quickly straightened his tie and smoothed out any wrinkles-clearly, last night’s

handed him the

he impatiently headed to the private elevator, “You’re coming to the meeting with me.” She had prepared the files. If he was questioned,

floor was

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

French window. Max sat there, like a tree

silent, 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 impassive

found a seat,