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?”

while overseas companies were

human history to develop at

the Dorsey family had risen to the top in the transistor processor market. However, since Max took

positions, nearly a third of the company’s workforce. Not only that, amid howls of

for cash and tightening its belt, but in the following year, Max

brands in its portfolio. It was said, half-jokingly, that the executives were either buying something or on their way to buy

few years ago, a financial newspaper even exaggeratedly claimed that from the top of Dorsey Tower, everything as far as the eye could see was

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their management immediately implemented a

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

her away but instead slid the laptop closer, “What’s your

They even use eco-friendly packaging in response to national environmental initiatives. The Hatfield family owns over seventy percent

takeover is bound to fail. During my 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

the family. Max turned, surprised,

Brielle straightened up, “He was drunk at a party and let it slip. Everyone else forgot, but I