Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Two ragamuffin kids, dressed in clothes that had seen better days, were torn by the offer made to them. The lure of money was overwhelming, and one of them snatched the cash with lightning speed, darted over to Brielle, and bowed down to swipe her cane before running off without a trace.

Brielle was caught off guard and could only watch as the two kids disappeared around the corner. She turned to Catherine, who wore a smug grin and raised her eyebrows in triumph.

Instead of anger, Brielle felt only a sense of embarrassment for Catherine, who was tarnishing the reputation of Kingston Enterprises.

In the luxury car, sitting next to Catherine, was her husband, Bradley. Bradley sighed at his wife’s pettiness. “Why bother with a woman who has nothing to her name?”

Catherine continued to revel in Brielle’s awkward plight. “Honey, you don’t understand. Brielle even set her sights on Max. She was ogling him at the office, and I bet Max was annoyed. Who knows if she’ll be able to keep her supervisor position.”

Bradley was not one to overlook an insult, and his frown deepened at the thought of Brielle’s impertinence. “She’s clearly from the wrong side of the tracks, and doesn’t even know who her parents are. Arguing with her is beneath you,” he chided.

Catherine snorted, “I don’t care about that. The little minx was anything but polite to me. It’s only fair she gets taken down a peg.”

Bradley knew Catherine well. After years together, he was aware of her spiteful nature and anticipated that Brielle was in for more trouble. Not that he particularly cared–Brielle was as insignificant to them as an ant on the sidewalk.

Casting one last look at the helpless Brielle, Catherine felt a rush of satisfaction. “Let’s leave this nonsense behind and go inside,” she said dismissively.

Bradley nodded and stepped out of the car, not giving Brielle another glance.

Brielle watched them go, recollecting her encounter with the couple the previous day at Dorsey International, which hinted at a brewing partnership between Kingston Enterprises and Dorsey International.

She pulled out her phone to check in with a colleague. “Is the Kingston Enterprises contract in its final stages?”

“Ms. Haywood, that contract isn’t our department’s responsibility. I heard it’s with Mr. Noah for approval now. There should be no issues.”

Noah? Brielle frowned, feeling a sense of aversion. “Can you send a copy of the original contract to my email?”

Her colleague didn’t object.

15:06

As Brielle ended the call and was about to head home, another car pulled up beside her–it was Spencer. And he didn’t look pleased to see her.

It seemed she really should have checked the horoscope before stepping out today.

She backed away cautiously, only to see Spencer get out of the car. Sensing bad luck, she quickened her pace.

Spencer, noting her limping leg, raised an eyebrow and stopped a step away. “Let me guess. my kidnapping had something to do with you, right? Brielle, when I was released. I heard the sound of a cane on the floor. I didn’t make the connection then, but seeing your leg now, it all

makes sense.”

His gaze sharpened as he looked at her. “I disappear for just a few days, and suddenly the Haywood family is in ruins. Lillian’s fate is unknown, and her parents are under police investigation, with Cameron looking like a lost soul. Brielle, you’ve outdone yourself.”

Spencer leaned in, his stare unsettlingly calm. “I’d love to know how you managed all this. I heard Max was behind the Haywood downfall. On the surface, it looks like just business rivalry. but something tells me it’s not that simple.”

His tone was chilling. “How did you hurt your leg?” Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Brielle hadn’t anticipated that Spencer would turn so astute from a single kidnapping experience. He was able to point suspicions at her based solely on sound.

However, they could only remain suspicions, as without her confession, Spencer had no case.

“A car hit me. Is there a problem?” Her voice was indifferent, but she saw Spencer stand up, his face darkening. “If the information I gathered is right, it was Lillian who bribed the driver to hit you, wasn’t it?”

Brielle’s frown deepened, unsure of his implication.

Suddenly, Spencer grasped her chin firmly. “The moment Lillian caused your injury, Max targeted the Haywood family. You managed to hide me away, and my father, with all his power, was unable to find me. Is Max the one backing you up?”

Spencer was not as naive as he seemed, connecting the dots with keen insight.

Brielle smirked, “If I had the charm to influence Mr. Dorsey, I would have had you taken care of.” “Brielle!”

The pressure on her chin intensified, and Brielle winced in pain.