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?”

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.

was the first in human

Dorsey family had risen to the top in the transistor processor market. However, since Max took charge, he began cutting back on many superfluous operations, keeping only two

only that, amid howls of protest,

following year, Max

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

the top of Dorsey Tower, everything as far as

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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 back

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

push her away but instead slid the laptop

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

leaned in with a playful twinkle in her eye, “Plus, the 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

Hatfield’s secret, known only to the family. Max

drunk at a party and let it slip. Everyone