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.”

man who had left her bed that morning, now presiding

just as much so in a suit

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

her coworker Lucinda, the only one

her

surprise appeared in Lucinda’s eyes, followed by a deeply hidden disdain. “Isn’t he your fiancé? Really?

an ace up her sleeve,

like Dorsey International, you could randomly throw a brick, and it

Chapter 5

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

sighed and organized her documents,

dinged, and Spencer emerged, suave in a grey suit. Hel quickly straightened his tie and smoothed out any wrinkles-clearly, last

handed him the

with distaste as he impatiently headed to the private elevator, “You’re coming to the meeting

atmosphere on the top floor was tense,

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

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

the directors rigid with

She pressed her lips together in a small

pale-faced, found a seat, regretting