Chapter 199


    Brielle only found out the next day that Sophia had returned home.


    The news came from a direct call from the police station. They had sent an officer to speak with Sophia


    that morning, hoping to glean some information about the kidnappers, but Sophia wasn’t giving up


    anything. She insisted she was just out ying.


    However, the text message Brielle received told a different story. It warned her she was next.


    The text was real. Sophia was lying. However, she was a victim, and with the clout of the Rond


    family behind her, the police couldn’t press too hard. They just advised Brielle to stay


    alert.


    ncing at the number that sent the threatening message. Brielle noticed there were no new


    texts.


    A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, and she put away her phone to answer it. Standing there


    was Wesley. He held out a steaming pot of chicken soup. “Ms. Brielle, I had the kitchen whip this up for


    you. I heard you’re fresh out of the hospital. Feeling any better?”


    Touched by the gesture, Brielle quickly took the pot, “Thanks a lot.”


    Wesley offered a warm smile. “Mr. Dorsey asked for it to be made. He’s still quite concerned about


    you.”


    Feeling somewhat awkward, Brielle knew Wesley had misunderstood something from the start. but she


    wasn’tfortable correcting him. To Max, she was just a woman he kept around. This rtionship


    could end at any moment.


    “Did he have a good night? I heard Michael was at Premier Pce?”


    She had dark circles under her eyes, having spent a sleepless night worrying after hearing that Michael


    was at the Premier Pce.


    She had considered countless possibilities, such as Michael showing up early in the morning and


    handing her a card, asking her to stay away from Max. But then she thought, with her current awkward


    situation, was it worth Michael’s intervention? She couldn’t help but feel amused.


    “Mr. Michael was at Premier Pce indeed. But I’m not privy to what they discussed.”


    “Did they get into a fight?”


    “Mr. Dorsey never argues with anyone.”


    Really? He seemed pretty quick to anger around her. She felt her face flush with embarrassment.


    Wesley’s blunt advice followed, “If there’s a misunderstanding with Mr. Dorsey, Best clear it up


    soon.


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    “Right, thanks for the heads–up.”


    After Wesley left, Brielle sipped from the pot of soup, her mind heavy with thoughts. She decided to


    make a trip to Dorsey International. She wanted to see what William’s next move


    would be.


    But what she didn’t expect was to find arge bouquet of red roses on her desk upon entering her


    office. Frowning, she asked her colleagues. “Is this a mistake? Were these meant for someone else?”


    One of them replied with a hint of envy. “They came first thing in the morning, addressed to


    you.”


    Brielle had barely sat down when her phone pinged with a text from an unknown number.


    [Do you like them?]


    [Who is this?]


    [If you like them, that’s all that matters.]


    Brielle’s frown deepened. Could it be Spencer? But knowing Spencer, if he’d sent them, he’d have


    signed his name boldly, just to make sure she knew.


    Was it Max?


    The thought made Brielle scoff at herself. Max would never send her such a thing in this lifetime. She


    asked someone to remove the roses and went about her day.


    She was notified that there was a meeting upstairs and grabbed the necessary files. As she entered


    the elevator, she bumped into William, who was also on his way to the meeting.


    Dressed in a crisp gray suit, William’s smile was genteel, but it sent a shiver down Brielle’s spine. She


    wanted to escape the elevator but feared showing her anxiety, so she reluctantly pressed the close


    button instead.


    “Brielle, weren’t you supposed to head overseas to handle some business?”


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    Her smile strained, she replied, “Ran into a bit of trouble, it’s been postponed.”


    “I heard Noah’s been in talks with Alivia. How’s that going?”


    “That’s a question for Mr. Noah.” She kept it professional, hoping the elevator would speed up.


    “Alivia’s involvement should guarantee sess. She’s been waiting for Max for years,


    frequently caring for his mother. You haven’t met Max’s mother yet, have you?”