Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384 

Sue sat stiffly in the police station all afternoon. Her cell phone suddenly rang to life. She turned to the officer beside her and said, “I wish someone would tap my phone.” 

Currently, she was a victim, so the police obliged. 

Once Sue was certain her call was being monitored, she pressed the answer button. 

A sinister voice came from the other end. 

“Now’s the time to crush Brielle with public opinion. What are you up to? Don’t you want to avenge your husband?” 

The officer listening to the call looked up at Sue in surprise, b 

ut Sue appeared indifferent, replying with vulnerability in her voice. 

“Even if Brielle dies, my husband won’t come back.” 

“At least you can make the person responsible pay, right? I’ve already given you my advice. If you commit suicide and blame everything on Brielle, she won’t be able to shake this off. Now is the best time.” 

There seemed to be some noise in the background of the man’s location, and then the call was abruptly cut off. 

The man, visibly annoyed, turned to look at the calm William seated nearby. 

“Dad, if Sue doesn’t pin this on Brielle at this critical moment, are all our efforts for nothing?” 

William held a mug of coffee, appearing confident. 

“Don’t worry. I’ve sent someone to retrieve the hospital security footage. As long as Brielle was near Simon during the time of his death, even if she didn’t hit him, she won’t escape public association with the incident.” 

A smirk of self–satisfaction crossed William’s face, confident the investigator would return soon with the footage. 

Just as he thought this, the living room door opened, and his bodyguard walked in respectfully. 

Seeing the bodyguard’s grim expression, William’s brow furrowed. “Where’s the footage?” 

The bodyguard hastily bowed his head. “We’ve reviewed the surveillance, sir. We found no evidence of Ms. Brielle being in the hospital at the time or even around the vicinity.” 

“How is that possible!” 

William crushed the coffee mug in his hand. 

Someone had tipped him off this morning that Brielle was at the hospital. It was just bad luck that she happened upon the scene of Simon’s death. Publicizing the footage would have made 

it impossible for Brielle to clear her name; she would be branded with shame for life. 

But now, the bodyguard was telling him there was no sign of Brielle. 

Could the tip have been a mistake? 

Cold fury flashed in William’s eyes. “Are you certain the surveillance wasn’t tampered with? 

The bodyguard, trained professionally for such tasks, shook his head. “The footage has been deliberately edited.” 

William’s face turned pale with anger. Someone had beaten him to the punch. 

Could it have been Max? 

William felt a wave of humiliation as if his every move was controlled by his adversary. 

He took a deep breath and turned to the young man beside him. 

“Keep pressuring Sue. I want her to drag Dorsey International through the mud!” 

Damn it, he had to outmaneuver Max! 

Meanwhile, Sue, looking at her disconnected phone, slowly looked up. 

“I suspect my daughter was murdered, and it was made to look like a suicide. I want the police to reopen the investigation and check on the person who’s been calling me. From the start, this person has been manipulating my husband and gave us ten million dollars. The transfer is recorded, though it might be from an overseas account. All signs indicate this isn’t an ordinary incident.” 

Ten million was not an amount a regular person could produce. 

The police officer, taking no chances, quickly inquired, “Is there a record of the transaction on your husband’s phone?” 

Sue nodded. “I can provide that.” 

The officer acted swiftly and, with the transaction evidence in hand, released a new statement to the public.