Master of his heart

Chapter 347

Chapter 347

The carer deliberately slowed her speech, making it sound a tad syrupy.

Brielle’s momentarily stalled brain clicked into gear. “I’m Mr. Dorsey’s employee. I need to discuss something with him.”

“Oh, is that so?”

A flicker of disdain passed through the carer’s eyes. Was this one of those assistants who used the guise of reporting to Mr. Dorsey as a ploy to flirt? And with that pleasing voice, the possibility seemed even more likely.

“Max is aware of the situation already.” she stated dismissively and hung up, placing Max’s phone back in its spot.

No sooner had she done this than the door swung open, and Max stood in the doorway, his gaze turning icy and piercing. “What are you doing at my desk?”

His computer had a privacy screen, and all the folders were locked. There had been attempts to steal company secrets before, but none had succeeded. So the instant he saw someone near his computer, he was on alert.

carer’s cheeks flushed instantly. “Max, about

stir Max; instead, he addressed someone behind him, “Get someone else to take care of my mother,

or out and about, men often ogled her

turned crimson, a sense of defeat like she had never felt

nostrils. Just as he reached for his phone, his fingers paused. “Did you touch my phone?” He always placed his phone about six

hadn’t had time to check the surveillance footage. She

heart pounded erratically, but she feigned innocence.

sedative meant not even thunder could wake

to stone, his aura sharp as a knife’s edge.

carer’s eyes darted about as she slowly began to peel off her clothes. “Max,

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could react, Max whipped out a handkerchief, which he swiftly tied around her wrists. With a firm tug, she was pulled

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