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?”

companies were already in the game, nobody domestically had realized the future impact of transistors. Thus, the first domestic processors

industry was the first in human history to develop at

Dorsey family had risen to the top in the transistor processor market. However, since Max took charge, he began cutting back

nearly a third of the company’s workforce. Not only that, amid howls of protest, Max sold off several subsidiaries,

thought Dorsey International was strapped for cash and tightening its belt, but in the following year, Max led

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

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 part of its

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over Hatfield, but their management immediately implemented a poison pill strategy. The tug-of-war lasted two years, and the suitor eventually had to

close, her breath tickling Max’s ear. To see the screen better, she leaned in, resting her chin on

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

its territories and sectors, while Hatfield has always stuck to perfumes, avoiding overexpansion and not chasing profits. They even use eco-friendly packaging in response to national environmental initiatives. The Hatfield family owns over seventy percent

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

secret, known only to the family. Max turned, surprised, and gave her

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