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.”

her bed that morning, now

just as

down when a tap on her shoulder made her turn. “Why’s the director not here? If he skips the exec

the only one who

clipped on her badge, “I

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

ace up her sleeve, but it

randomly throw a

Chapter 5

saw the director with another woman at the mall last week. Don’t tell me you

organized

emerged, suave in a grey suit. Hel quickly straightened his tie and smoothed out any wrinkles-clearly, last night’s indulgences had taken

handed him the organized

elevator, “You’re coming to the meeting with me.” She had prepared the files. If

the top floor was tense, the

met the

a large French window. Max sat there, like a tree covered with frost in winter when

boardroom was silent, the directors rigid with

to Max. She pressed her lips together in a small smile, meeting

pale-faced, found a seat, regretting last night’s