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.”

thought of the man who had left her bed that morning, now presiding over the top floor, and the corner of

in bed, and just as much so in a

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

was her coworker Lucinda, the only one who knew about her and

on her

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

an ace up her sleeve, but

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 an Ivy

Chapter 5

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

organized her

in a grey suit. Hel quickly straightened his tie

handed him

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

was tense,

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

the main seat was a large French window. Max sat there, like a tree covered with frost in winter when everything withers,

was silent, the directors

her lips together in a small smile, meeting Max’s impassive stare. He really was a different person off the

pale-faced, found a seat, regretting last