Master of his heart

Chapter 12

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.”

sure I won’t be

It’d be better to keep their entanglements strictly to the bedroom. Otherwise, she feared she might

and Max clearly

first time when they slept together. He simply didn’t

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

job?” The box she held was too

There was no point in feigning modesty

timebomb here with Max. She hoped when the

1/2

Chapter 12

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

his fingers, sensing the

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

negligence in departmental affairs meant she knew all

on his first day, but the directors’ petty theft was just a

wood piece from the French Empire era, beside Empire-style display cabinets adorned with British enamel tableware. The floors covered with $50,000 Persian carpets.

are

before looking up and instructing someone in front, “Investigate this.” The billion-dollar building,

building’s secrets were exposed, Spencer would be in for it.

Max, they hold a party there every Friday. Spencer calls it the ‘Friday Night Decadence Club.’ You should raid it then. You’d catch

waiting for her apology, right? Ha.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255