Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 1024

On the drive back, Brielle couldn’t stop thinking about King. The evening had been a whirlwind, with Dustin dragging her in front of the butler just to gauge Raymond's reaction. It was all part of a plan to provoke the butler into making his next move. Seamus, the butler, was bound to slip up eventually if he took action.

Exhausted and with a pounding headache from all the scheming, Brielle leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes. "Do you think there's any chance the butler is in cahoots with King?" she mused aloud.

Dustin, his hands firmly on the steering wheel, glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his eyes a deep well of thought. "It's possible," he admitted. "But Seamus has been weaving his plans within the Lynch family for decades. No one's seen King face-to-face, but he's rumored to be under thirty. Seamus joined the Lynch household way before King was even born. If there's any connection, it's likely a mutual partnership. But King is definitely not the mastermind behind Seamus."

A wave of relief washed over Brielle, yet curiosity still nagged at her. "At the party, I heard rumors about King's family, the Dorsey family from Saudi, being somehow linked to the Beaconsfield Dorsey family. Is there any truth to that?"

Dustin frowned, navigating a tight corner. "There are countless Dorseys across the globe, not all of them connected."

"And what about the feud between King's ancestors and the first Lynch who struck diamond? Is there any truth to that ancient grudge?"

"That's ancient history. The specifics are murky, and King's branch of the Dorsey family, despite its standing in Saudi, isn't exactly basking in the limelight. Like us with our diamond empire here in North America, we've got wealth but steer clear of political brawls. Oil, on the other hand, is tightly controlled by the royal family over there. To them, King's family are outsiders, interlopers eyeing their oil riches."

Brielle had pieced together a different story at the party; one where a betrayed Dorsey ancestor found refuge and power in Saudi's oil fields. It seemed exaggerated now. Though that ancestor did make it to Saudi and gained some footing, seizing control of oil resources was a far-fetched dream.