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?”

in its field, having started with semiconductors. 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

first in human history to

transistor processor market. However, since Max

company’s workforce. Not only that, amid howls of protest, Max sold off several subsidiaries, securing

Dorsey International was strapped for cash and tightening its belt, but in the following year, Max led Dorsey International on a campaign of conquest, flames of battle burning

industrial chain with numerous luxury brands in its portfolio. It was said, half-jokingly, that the executives were

top of Dorsey Tower, everything as far as the eye

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Hatfield might be tricky. I remember five years ago a company tried to take over Hatfield, but their management immediately implemented a poison pill strategy. The tug-of-war lasted two years, and the suitor eventually had to

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

instead slid the laptop closer,

eco-friendly packaging in response to national environmental initiatives. The Hatfield family owns

After that hostile takeover attempt, most of the Hatfield heirs have locked up fifty percent of the

the family. Max turned, surprised, and

Brielle straightened up, “He was drunk at a party and