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.”

morning, now

bed, and just as much

her shoulder made her turn. “Why’s the director not here? If he skips the exec meeting, our department’s going to be in the crosshairs,

the only one who knew about her

clipped on her badge, “I

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

up her sleeve, but it wasn’t

company like Dorsey International, you could randomly throw a brick,

Chapter 5

Don’t tell me you got two-timed?” Lucinda’s pity hinted at the harsh reality of marrying into

sighed and organized her

in a grey suit. Hel quickly straightened his tie and smoothed

handed him the

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,

atmosphere on the top floor was tense, the senior

felt a shiver of dread as he entered the boardroom and met the cold gaze of the man by the

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

the directors rigid with

pressed her lips together in a small smile, meeting Max’s impassive stare. He really was a

a seat, regretting last night’s