Master of his heart

Chapter 557

“Mr Dorsey, don’t worry. Ms. Brielle is bound to come back tonight. Patrick’s statement hung in the air as he fell silent, fully aware of how Michael’s tactics went straight for the jugular.

Indeed, Michael was the one who knew Max best, and thus, he knew exactly how to twist the knife to make it hurt the most. And Ms. Brielle wasn’t answering her phone, leaving everyone clueless about what was going on with her.

“Yeah.” Max’s tone was indifferent as he opened his laptop, seemingly having gotten his emotions under control.

Patrick had the housekeeper sweep up the fragments of the broken phone and equipped

Max with a new one.

The overseas acquisition had drained a lot of manpower and resources, and after a heavy initial promotional push, it required Max’s personal touch on many decisions. He couldn’t afford to drop the ball now, not with the hard work of several branches on the line for the past six months.

After pinpointing several issues and reviewing the report one last time to ensure there were no mistakes, he declared the meeting adjourned.

Later, Max left his study to sit on the sofa in the ground floor living room,

her trip to the orphanage with someone else. Max wondered which issue Brielle would tackle first when

he couldn’t bear to be angry with her. He had never wanted to

woke up on the orphanage’s sofa to see that it was already eleven o’clock. She was suddenly anxious

was playing with his phone on another sofa, seemingly busy texting someone. When

longer tired, but her stomach was painfully empty. “Ricardo, why haven’t you gone home yet?” “I was worried about you. So I thought I’d wait until you were awake before leaving.”

oblivious to others‘ feelings, didn’t think much of this nineteen–year–old boy’s concern for her. She got to her feet and saw that he had somehow produced a bowl of oatmeal. “Ms. Haywood, have this

it’s too late. I need to get back, and someone’s waiting

the Pud down and followed her can “Abight.

really does an esppit, but it was hard to refuse the gesture

at this hour, finding a taxt near

you can get a cab back. Sorry, I really have an