Master of his heart

Chapter 550
“ this isn’t your doing, I'm going to call Ms. Haywood to come back.”
Max remained silent, his gaze fixed on the string of black beads as if in a trance.
The gift he had given her with such gravity was casually tossed in the office
drawer, forgotten eve as
she walked away
His voice sunk, heavy with unspoken emotion. “Put it down, and leave.”
Sydney caught the flicker of emotion in Max's stoic face, and her lips curved into
a sly smile.
“By the way, when Ms. Haywood left today, she had a few words for me. She was
the one who mentored me. She told me about Mr. Spencer becoming the new
director, and that he would like the outfit 'm wearing now. There's been a lot of
misunderstanding in the department about me, and people think I'm intentionally
copying Ms. Haywood. But I'm not. I just wanted to catch Mr. Spencer’s eye. Ms.
Haywood is even willing to help me out. I'll have to come up to the executive floor
regularly. I'm not sure how you feel about Ms. Haywood since she hit Mr.
Spencer. I'm worried you might have some reservations about me as well, so I
wanted to explain.
“Mr. Dorsey, I'll leave you now.”
Her words were carefully crafted, leaving no room for doubt.
Max's focus remained on the rosary, his brows knitted with aggravation. Today
was probably the worst day he'd had all year.
Once the office door closed behind her, Sydney took a deep breath. The
triumphant grin on her face said it all she had succeeded. She ran her fingers
through her hair and headed back to her department. Upon seeing the woman
already waiting there, her smile faded, replaced by a look of genuine worry. “Ms.
Alivia.”
Alivia was seated in the director’s chair, her eyes flickering with disdain as
Sydney entered. “How did things go with the task I assigned you?”
Sydney loathed Alivia but was under her thumb.
“I repeated your instructions word for word, Ms. Alivia.”
Alivia nodded. “Good job. But I advise you not to get any funny ideas. You know I
can crush you as easily as stepping on an ant.”
Michael had already informed her that Brielle had been transferred to another
company with chaotic management that would divide her attention. And if Brielle
succeeded, that company would become part of Alivia’s wedding gift. The
thought of using Brielle’s hard work as a wedding gift was indeed satisfying to
Alivia.
Michael had hinted it was a good time for some subtle sabotage.
The humiliating memory of that night in the private room was clear in her mind;
she couldn't
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his former self.
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Alivia had to expend a lot of energy to
persuade him, and his current state
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As a former ally, Alivia knew exactly what this meant. Spencer had lost his will to
fight, and had given up any hope of winning Brielle back — a total waste, just as
he had always been.
Disgust flashed in Alivia's eyes, but this “waste’ had done one useful thing he had
managed to steal Brielle’s rosary.
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Just as Michael had said, how strong
could their love possibly be? The
seeds of doubt were sown, and
neither was the type to clarify
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window broke and no one fixed it,
soon enough, other windows would
inexplicably shatter. One
misunderstanding would. lead to
another, and before you know it,
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Brielle was someone who, when in love, was bold and unabashed, and when she
hated, she was decisive and ruthless, unwilling to suffer fools gladly. On the other
hand, Max was
suffer fools gl accustomed to action rather than explanation.
The smirk in Alivia's eyes deepened. She had to let Max find out that Brielle
didn’t value the rosary as he did. His treasure was trivial to her.
There would be many more such instances to come, and it remained to be seen
how much Max could endure.