Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 36

Max paused and set his bowl down on the nightstand.

The maid, already waiting by the door and keenly observant, quickly stepped in with a bowed head. She carefully took the bowl and began to feed her with meticulous

attention.

Brielle instantly regretted her impulsive comment. Had she kept quiet, she might have enjoyed the privilege of Max’s personal care. But now, she didn’t have the nerve to ask him to continue.

After finishing the soup, she finally felt strong enough to get out of bed. The maid was gone, and it was just the two of them left in the room.

Outside, the sun was blazing, its rays cloaking the garden beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Max sat in a chair by the window, the very picture of grace, his fingers tapping away on the keyboard.

Brielle had managed to pull herself out of the fear she had felt the night before, but now -she felt neglected, and a bit bored. She got out of bed and moved closer to him, standing

behind his chair. She inhaled his crisp scent and glanced at the screen. “Hatfield Inc., huh? Are you planning to take over this.company?”

The older generations began with transistors, and while overseas companies were already in the game, nobody domestically had realized the future impact of transistors. Thus, the first domestic processors came from the

was the first in human

market. However, since Max took charge, he began cutting back on many superfluous operations, keeping

first year, he slashed over seven thousand positions, nearly a third of the company’s workforce. Not only that, amid howls of protest, Max sold off several

belt, but in the following year, Max led Dorsey International on a campaign of conquest, flames of

portfolio. It was said, half-jokingly, that

ago, a financial newspaper even exaggeratedly claimed that from the top of Dorsey Tower, everything

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Max, pursuing Hatfield might be tricky. I remember five years ago a company tried to take over Hatfield, but their management immediately implemented

she leaned in, resting her chin on Max’s shoulder. This posture was too intimate, like she was snuggling up

didn’t push her away but instead slid the laptop closer, “What’s your

packaging in response to national environmental initiatives. The Hatfield family owns over seventy percent of the shares, spread across more than two hundred members, with no single heir holding more than five

time at Beaconsfield College, I met one of their family members. After that hostile takeover attempt, most of the Hatfield heirs have locked up fifty percent of the company shares in a rigid trust arrangement. According to their plan, these shares can’t be sold without the consent of over seventy-five percent of the family members. So, during this lock-up period, no one

the family. Max

at a party and let it slip. Everyone