Chapter 469

Brielle closed her eyes with a detached expression, a clear sign she had no intention of struggling. “Go on, hit me. But once I’m out of here, you’ll be regretting you ever wanted that arm. Isn’t the President of Dorsey International my secret lover? If he really forgets about me. well, I snagged him once, and I can do it again. Once I’ve got him wrapped around my finger. you guys are toast.”

Her brazenness bordered on shamelessness. Fighting with someone shameless only left your powerless. The two men were left speechless by her words, their faces turning red with frustration, feeling utterly humiliated.

The man at the door in uniform cast a long look at her, then chuckled, “Ms. Brielle, you do have guts.”

Feeling that the anticipated punch hadn’t come, Brielle looked up and met the gaze of the uniformed man at the door. She was too calm, too rational, her gaze indifferent.

The man in uniform raised an eyebrow and instructed the other two. “Do as she says.”

Hearing this, Brielle lowered her eyes. “Should have done that in the first place.”

The two men by her side were seething with anger. “Don’t get too cocky. It’s not certain you. can get out of here. If you push us too far, you won’t even know what hit you.”

Brielle looked up, a cold smile flickering across her face. “That’s why someone’s in charge and you’re not. With your wits, you’re better off staying guards forever.”

“You!” They glared at Brielle as if she were a monster. They were brothers who had been in this place for years and had never encountered someone as tough as her.

Grinding their teeth in silent rage, they held back, knowing all too well what it meant to deal with the President of Dorsey International – the heir to the Dorsey fortune. If this bitch managed to charm her way out, they wouldn’t just lose their jobs. They feared her vengeance would be tenfold.

They knew better than to treat her like any other. The orders were clear: drive her mad. But with her wits about her, even if they tried to break her a hundred times, she would remain unshaken. The brothers weren’t fools. They exchanged a look and decided to drop it.

*Meanwhile, Brielle closed her eyes, deep in thought.

In the hospital.

Max’s fingers lightly tapped on the keyboard, but after only a few emails, his head began to throb. He massaged his temples and turned to the doctor beside him. “When will this headache go away?”

“Well, Max, it’s hard to say. Maybe a month, maybe half a year. It depends on the case.”

11:54 Max’s fingers paused, his expression growing colder.

He was in good shape, his chest wound was healing well, and Michael was surprised to see him dive back into work so quickly. It was both reassuring and remarkable. “If the other Dorsey family members had half your sense, we wouldn’t be in this mess,” Michael said as he got up. feeling completely at ease. “Max, you should rest more. You’ve lost weight. No matter how busy work is, you need to take care of your health.”

“Father, how’s Spencer?”

As an elder, it was only right to show concern for the younger ones.

“That boy sulked for an afternoon when he found out his parents were sent away. Then, suddenly, he couldn’t sit still and kept begging to be discharged. He’s probably just restless.”

Max nodded as if asking out of routine before smoothly changing the subject. “Spencer is too impulsive; he can’t keep this up. It’s time for him to settle down and get married.”

Michael agreed but hadn’t considered any potential brides. “Max, which family’s daughter do you think would be suitable?”

“The Rowland family, Sophia.”

Michael frowned. Sophia?

Tessa was the well–known daughter of the Rowland family, but the other girls were less prominent.

Spencer might not have been the most capable, but he was still a legitimate heir of the Dorsey family.

“Father, the Dorsey family doesn’t need a political marriage to secure its status, but the public sees Spencer as vulnerable without the support of his parents. Marrying a favored daughter from another family could lead to resentment. We can’t have another Everett incident. Sophial knows how to keep her thoughts to herself; she’s secured her own place while staying loyal to Tessa and strong–willed.

That’s exactly the kind of wife Spencer needs.”

Michael was persuaded, or rather, he trusted his son’s judgment implicitly.

“Alright, I’ll send a proposal to the Rowland family as soon as I return. Once Spencer is out of the hospital, we’ll arrange their wedding.”