Chapter 5


    Faith’s tone was icy, her words dripping with disdain as though Brielle was beneath her notice. Brielle


    knew that if she didn’t take action, the next call would be to the Haywoods, and then her parents would


    be on the line, lecturing her on herck of charm and tact.


    She was tired of being a puppet on strings. After hanging up, she texted Faith the address of the


    suburban mansion, Spencer’s little love nest. If Faith cared to dig, she would discover her son’s


    mistress.


    Brielle also wondered if Faith already knew about Spencer and Lillian’s affair, which would exin her


    increasingly imperious attitude. Not only did Faith expect her to y the dutiful daughter-inw within


    the Dorsey n, but she also expected her to handle Spencer’s business affairs. Talk about making the


    most of her assets.


    When Brielle arrived at Dorsey Tower and pushed open the office door, she found the entire floor eerily


    silent.


    Everyone sat up straight, casting anxious nces toward the elevators. Whispers echoed through the


    cubicles.


    “All the execs got called up for a meeting. Word is Mr. Dorsey’s not staying abroad this time.”


    “The Wall Street Journal had a feature on him just the other day-Harvard wunderkind.”


    “Looks like a shake-up at Dorsey International.”


    At her desk, Brielle thought of the man who had left her bed that morning, now presiding over the top


    floor, and the corner of her mouth twitched with amusement.


    He was sexy in bed, and just as much so in a suit and tie.


    She had barely sat down when a tap on her shoulder made her turn. “Why’s the director not here? If he


    skips the exec meeting, our department’s going to be in the crosshairs, right?”


    That was her coworker Lucinda, the only one who knew about her and Spencer.


    Brielle clipped on her badge, “I don’t know.”


    A hint of surprise appeared in Lucinda’s eyes, followed by a deeply hidden disdain. “Isn’t he your


    fiancé? Really? With your looks, you can’t even keep a man?”


    Beauty was an ace up her sleeve, but it wasn’t everything.


    Brielle graduated from the top university in the country, Beaconsfield College. However, in apany


    like Dorsey International, you could randomly throw a brick, and it would hit a high-achieving graduate


    from an Ivy League school. However, not everyone had her stunning looks.


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    “Brielle, I saw the director with another woman at the mallst week. Don’t tell me you got two-timed?”


    Lucinda’s pity hinted at the harsh reality of marrying into wealth.


    Brielle sighed and organized her documents, “Maybe.”


    As she finished, the elevator dinged, and Spencer emerged, suave in a grey suit. Hel quickly


    straightened his tie and smoothed out any wrinkles-clearly,st night’s indulgences had taken their toll.


    Brielle handed him the organized files.


    Spencer’s face twisted with distaste as he impatiently headed to the private elevator, “You’reing to


    the meeting with me.” She had prepared the files. If he was questioned, she’d be the safety.


    The atmosphere on the top floor was tense, the senior executives ready for battle.


    Spencer felt a shiver of dread as he entered the boardroom and met the cold gaze of the man by the


    window. He greeted respectfully, “Mr. Dorsey.”


    Behind the main seat was arge French window. Max sat there, like a tree covered with frost in winter


    when everything withers, devoid of warmth.


    The boardroom was silent, the directors rigid with sweaty palms.


    Brielle recognized many faces from the Dorsey family, some even elders to Max. She pressed her lips


    together in a small smile, meeting Max’s impassive stare. He really was a different person off the bed.


    Spencer, pale-faced, found a seat, regrettingst night’s indulgences.


    “Thud.” A file hit the table, filled with countless receipts of personal expenses-luxury cars, vis,


    furniture, rugs-charged to thepany ounts.


    “An exnation?” Max’s eyes swept over everyone, finally resting on Spencer.


    Spencer paled further, “Mr. Dorsey, I… His heart pounded with regret for arrivingte and being the


    focus of scrutiny. The suburban vi was for Lillian, charged to thepany.


    Max chuckled softly, tapping the marble table, For whom?”


    It was a p to Spencer’s face, but with many Dorseys present, he couldn’t admit to infidelity.


    “For my fiancée.”


    Brielle rolled her eyes internally. She was the scapegoat for Lillian again.


    Max looked down,nguidly closing his eyes, “Really? Then consider it a gift I’m giving to


    my future niece-inw. But don’t let it happen again.”


    The warning was for everyone.


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    With Max’s reputation as a Wall Street prodigy, no one would challenge him on his first day in charge.


    Two hourster, the meeting ended, and the directors left with grim expressions.


    Brielle, knowing Spencer barely noticed her, lingered at the back.


    Meanwhile, Max remained seated by the window. He saw her close the door and walk


    towards him with quick steps in her high heels


    “Uncle Max, you’re really something.”


    Of course, she had to butter up her sugar daddy.