Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel 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.”

“If I do, with Uncle Max’s stamina, I’m sure I won’t be able to leave.” She held the box earnestly.

Brielle intended to create a promiscuous persona around Max. It’d be better to keep their entanglements strictly to the bedroom. Otherwise, she feared she might one day fall too deep.

One Spencer was already draining enough, and Max clearly played in a different league.

Moreover, Max never asked if it was her first time when they slept together. He simply didn’t care. Adults all knew the rules; it was unreasonable to pretend otherwise.

Max arched an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at his lips because of her words. His gaze dropped to the box in her arms. His cool fingertips clasped her wrist and forcefully pulled her in.

“Quitting your job?” The box she held was too conspicuous to go unnoticed.

Brielle didn’t struggle and leaned into his embrace. They’d slept together. There was no point in feigning modesty now. “Yeah, I’ve been cast aside after serving my purpose.”

Since she was resigning anyway, she might as well continue setting a timebomb here with Max. She hoped when the bomb exploded, Spencer would be able to withstand the blast.

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Chapter 12

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

He caught her chin between his fingers, sensing the subtext in her words, “Like what?”

“Have you noticed the building not far from Dorsey International? 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 approval. How much do you think they skimmed off?”

Spencer’s negligence in departmental affairs meant she knew all about these dealings.