Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Aubree’s tears had stopped, replaced by a hint of surprise.

The Dorsey and Riddle families were powerhouses, but Dustin had handled them with just a phone call. Weren’t the Lynches part of the high society in North America? How did they have such clout in Beaconsfield?

“Mr. Lynch, can we go see Bri now?”

“Why not?”

“Mr. Lynch, I never noticed before how damn handsome you are.”

He snorted, “You’re just realizing this now? One of you has got a thing for Andrew, the other for Max. You and Brielle really need to pair up and get your eyes checked.”

Aubree decided to keep quiet.

Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up to the prison entrance. The gates were already open, with a uniformed man waiting to receive them. The very same man they’d seen earlier.

Without a word, the uniformed man looked at Dustin, his eyelashes fluttering downwards. “Mr. Lynch, you can go in to see Ms. Brielle, but this young lady…”

He glanced at Aubree with a troubled expression. Impatient as ever, she tried to barge right in. Dustin held her back. “You wait here. If anything happens to her, I’ll turn this police station upside down, deal?”

Aubree stopped in her tracks, never before had she seen Dustin so towering and impressive.

Dustin gave the uniformed man a sidelong glance and a slight chuckle. “Lead the way.”

The man nodded and led them through the twists and turns of the prison, stopping finally at the door to Brielle’s cell.

Dustin didn’t enter right away but gave the uniformed man a meaningful look. He was different from the other guards, seemingly of a higher rank.

Dustin was raised in influential North American circles and was well–traveled. He was no stranger to domestic and international military bases, and moved in and out with ease.

The way this officer walked, back straight and footsteps light, he was a professional. Such a man shouldn’t be guarding a small–time prison, let alone be stationed outside Brielle’s cell.

Whose man was he?

Dustin smiled as the game was getting more interesting. He leaned in closer to study the man’s face. The guard stepped back, his hand subconsciously moving towards his belt. “What are you trying to do, Mr. Lynch?”

Dustin didn’t answer his question. “The Riddle family or the Dorsey family, whose side are you

on?”

The Lynch family had stood strong in North America for years, and every member was formidable. Dustin himself was honored by foreign royalty and at the helm of Infinity Brilliance as CEO, and was far from a frivolous fool.

The guard stepped back, lowering his gaze. “I’m just a prison guard here, with a few men under my command. I’m not affiliated with any family, as you speculate.”

Dustin stroked his chin, chuckling softly. “If you’re not with any family, then you must belong to someone. Who might that be?”

Cursed in his mind, the guard dared not speak further. With Dustin’s approach, the more you said, the more you erred.

Seeing the guard’s sealed lips, Dustin glanced at the door. “Well, aren’t you going to open it?”

Reluctantly, the guard took out his keys and unlocked the door. Dustin peeked inside to find Brielle sitting on a cot, looking as though she was about to nod off.

Brielle thought it was just another meal delivery and didn’t even open her eyes. That was until a hand hovered near her nose as if checking for breath.

She furrowed her brows and looked up to see a face that shouldn’t have been there. She might have thought it a hallucination, but even then, Dustin would be the last person she’d imagine.

Dustin waved a hand in front of her face. “What’s the matter, stunned to see me?”

Brielle slid off the cot. “Mr. Lynch?”

Dustin raised an eyebrow, his lips curving slightly. “Yes, it’s me. Someone asked me to check in on you and claimed you were mistreated. But here you are, looking fine and dandy.” His gaze swept over her, ensuring she was unharmed, before taking a seat.

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Dustin’s eyes held a playful glint, “Certainly not Max.”

It had to be Aubree, then. Brielle lowered her gaze, biting her lip, feeling a sharp pain in her

heart.

Dustin surveyed the room. It was small, yes, but securing such a space in a prison was no small feat. He didn’t know the details, but someone was protecting Brielle, and that uniformed man at the door was their agent.

“Mr. Lynch, when you leave, tell Aubree I’m alright.”

“You’re not coming with me?”

Dustin’s brow wrinkled, a pang of pity striking him at the sight of her suffering. If Max couldn’t protect her, then Dustin would take her out of the country. Once they were gone, the sky was the limit. She could do whatever she wanted.

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Brielle’s face paled; a headache was throbbing. “I can’t leave. Even if I did, where would I go?”