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.

instantly. “Max, about the health

someone behind him, “Get someone

about, men often ogled her figure. But

a sense of defeat like she had

my phone?”

more uncomfortable. Hadn’t she placed it exactly where it was before? And surely Max hadn’t had time to check the surveillance footage. She had even gone. as far as to delete the call log. How could he

heart pounded erratically, but she feigned

sound asleep; her mental state hadn’t been great, and a sedative meant not even thunder could wake her, leaving her

to stone, his aura sharp as a knife’s

off her clothes. “Max, I’ve fancied you from the

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which he swiftly tied around her wrists. With a firm tug, she was pulled out of the room. She didn’t land on her feet, her clothes were disheveled,

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