Chapter 12

But by 10 p.m., Brielle hadn’t sent a message. Spencer felt uneasy, as if something was slipping out of control. Yet, thinking of the Haywoods’ attitude towards him, which was like they’d gladly gift-wrap Brielle and deliver her to his bed, a flicker of relief crossed his eyes. After all, Brielle would have to give in eventually.

Brielle packed her belongings, printed her resignation letter, and left it on her desk. Then, with a box in her arms, she descended to the lobby.

No sooner had she steadied herself than a blinding light shone on her. She raised her hand to shield her eyes and turned to see a familiar license plate.

Her first thought was whether this man wanted her again. After all, there was hardly any other reason he would seek her out.

The car slowly approached and came to a halt The door opened. Brielle, still clutching the box, bent down to peer inside and, sure enough, saw the man in a suit, looking a

ras dazzling as a painting but just too cold.

“Uncle Max,” she called out without any intention of joining him. She really wasn’t in the mood tonight.

Max’s fingertips lightly played with the rosary on his wrist, his demeanor indifferent. After a long pause, he softly commanded, “Get in.”

Uncle Max’s stamina, I’m sure I won’t be able

their entanglements strictly to the bedroom. Otherwise, she feared she

draining enough, and Max clearly played in a different

slept together. He simply didn’t care.

because of her words. His gaze dropped to the box in her arms. His cool fingertips clasped her wrist and forcefully pulled

job?” The box she held was

was no

continue setting a timebomb here with Max. She hoped when the bomb exploded,

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Chapter 12

Dorsey International has so many ventures-can you handle them all? There’s so much opportunity

his fingers, sensing the subtext in her words,

Spencer and the other directors built it specifically for new product development. It cost a fortune. You probably didn’t receive the approval contract overseas because they split the total investment into smaller amounts, each just under the threshold that would require your personal

negligence in departmental affairs meant she knew all

his first day, but the directors’ petty theft was just a drop in the bucket compared to what

to that building. The entrance boasts an antique 18th-century screen and a set of vintage vases. Every chair is a peach wood piece from the French Empire era, beside Empire-style display cabinets adorned with British enamel tableware. The floors covered

are

a while before looking up and instructing someone in front, “Investigate this.” The billion-dollar building, supposedly a research center, was

would be in for it.

the ‘Friday Night Decadence Club.’ You should raid it then.

her apology, right? Ha. She’d use

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