Master of his heart

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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“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.
Max had mentioned the company’s public accounts on his first day, but the
directors’ petty theft was just a drop in the bucket compared to what could be.
“I've been to that building. The entrance boasts an antique 18th-century screen
and a set of vintage vases. Every chair is a peach wood piece from the French
Empire era, beside Empire-style display cabinets adorned with British enamel
tableware. The floors covered with $50,000 Persian carpets. For a research
building, why the need for such luxury?”
are
Max watched her quietly for a while before looking up and instructing someone in
front, “Investigate this.” The billion-dollar building, supposedly a research center,
was probably just a playground for those directors. It was well hidden.
Brielle’s eyes curved in satisfaction. Once the building's secrets were exposed,
Spencer would be in for it. Her gloominess at losing her job instantly vanished.
“Uncle Max, they hold a party there every Friday. Spencer calls it the “Friday
Night Decadence Club.’ You should raid it then. You'd catch them red-handed.”
Spencer was waiting for her apology, right? Ha. She’d use Max to dismantle his
happy haven.
Max's fingertips traced her waist before addressing Patrick, “Did you hear that?”
Patrick nodded respectfully and made several phone calls to arrange everything.
Max's chilly fingertips touching her skin sent a tingling sensation like small
currents burrowing through her pores. “What reward would you like?” His voice,
always cool and indifferent, somehow didn’t seem harsh.
“Areward?”
Brielle relaxed her body, her gaze lazily downturned in a seemingly flirtatious yet
innocent. manner. She wasn't trying to be seductive, but her eyes were
enchantingly so.
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As she mulled over the idea of a
reward, her phone rang. It was :
Lucinda, likely frustrgted after £
Silat at ntegral Elements Inc.
With the contract signing the next
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Brielle hung up, only to receive a text message shortly after.
[Brielle, Tanner said you have the prospectus. How selfish to take such an
important document. What company would want someone like you? Hand it over
now!]
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Lucinda was clearly losing her cool.
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response was lackluster. Tanner had
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Facing Tanner and Integral Elements
Inc. tomorrow would likely result in a
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Lucinda sent another message.
— [The data you used company resources to investigate belongs to the company.
You have no right to take it.]
Brielle almost laughed at the message. She'd seen shameless, but this was a
new level. Having someone like that replace her was Spencer's goal, and indeed,
it filled her with defeat and indignation.
No worries, she’d got another trick up her sleeve now, a real doozy waiting for
Spencer.