Chapter 77
Brielle sat in the chair, her bare feet still bleeding, her toes tensed as if immune to the pain. She didn’t
look at the man confronting her. “The stolen suit belongs to Max Dorsey, the CEO of Dorsey
International. Don’t believe me? Call him now. And here’s my business card.”
She handed over a sleek card that confirmed her identity: Director of Mergers and Acquisitions at
Dorsey International.
“The USB drive in the suit pocket is rted to a massive merger we’ve been negotiating, valued at over
ten billion dors. The drive is missing. Who’s going to answer for Dorsey International’s loss?”
Her voice was calm, hershes lowered as if in thought, “This man has been manipted. You might
want to check the recent transactions in his ounts. Someone’s using him to snatch Dorsey
International’s trade secrets. I don’t need to tell you how grave this is, do I?”
Dorsey International. Trade secrets. CEO of Dorsey International. Each term was a siren call to
urgency. This was no lovers‘ quarrel to be brushed off.
The man was taken aback, his cavalier demeanor vanishing instantly. “Brielle, what are you implying?
When did I rob anyone? And when did I take a USB drive? Stop slinging mud!”
Brielle remainedposed, the pain in her soles sharpening her mind. “Are you iming the suit is
yours? It’s a high–end custom piece, each with a unique serial number and owner. If the officer doubts
my word, you can verify the brand and trace its origin.”
The man panicked. He had only grabbed the suit on a whim, never imagining it held a story.
Brielle’s presence was overwhelming, swiftlymanding the situation. “I intend to uncover whoever’s
behind him, endangering Dorsey International.”
A potential billion–dor trade secret theft could be dubbed the case of the year. Investigators were
already tracking the man’s financial activities and found an unexined deposit of a million dors in
his ount just hours earlier. The evidence was damning.
The man’s palms sweated as he clenched his jaw. Stealing trade secrets, with over ten billion dors at
stake- that kind of usation could mean a minimum of ten years in prison.
Brielle was out to ruin him and, by the looks of it, take down whoever was behind him as well.
She seemed so harmless, yet how quickly her venomous n had unfolded!
The police had already escted the situation to their superiors and had managed to get in touch with
Patrick. Patrick nced at Max, who was resting his eyes, and spoke softly, “The suit? Yes, it was
indeed for Ms. Brielle. The USB drive?”
Confusion flickered in his eyes. He had no idea what might be in the CEO’s suit pocket and quickly
asked with respect, “Sir, it’s a call from the police station.”
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They were en route to a business trip, about to leave Beaconsfield. Max took the phone, his gaze icy.
The person on the other end, realizing they were speaking to Max himself, hastily exined the
situation, wiping sweat from their forehead.
“Mr. Dorsey, that’s the situation. If he’s indeed guilty of stealing Dorsey International’s trade secrets, the
repercussions will be dire. Even with someone to vouch for him, I’m afraid…”
Max’s wrist dropped, the ck beads around it seemingly radiating a chill. “And her?”
The officer nced at Brielle, saying cautiously, “Ms. Brielle is still here. It isn’t her fault, and we’ll
recover the USB drive as soon as possible.”
He was defending Brielle. Even if the loss wasn’t intentional, the drive was still missing. If Dorsey
International sought ountability, not only would the thief face jail time, but Brielle herself would
surely be implicated.
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“Hand her the phone.” His tone was indifferent, the cold seemingly traveling through the phone line.
Brielle, head lowered, knew they were speaking with Max himself. The thought of reaching out to him in
her moment of helplessness made her smile involuntarily.
She was fortunate not to have gone to him. That foolish yearning was best buried deep, never to see
the ligh of day.
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