Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 148

Andrew had just been swindled out of thirty million, and harboring resentment towards Brielle was a oven. He’d never been so thoroughly duped by a woman before. Thus, when Max didn’t reob. Andrew anxiously started sending messages again.

[You’re not seriously considering marrying her, are you? With a woman like Brielle, if she actually falls for you, good luck trying to shake her off.]

Not getting married.]

Max replied to that query pretty swiftly. He had no feelings for Brielle, had never contemplated marriage, and therefore, a future with her was absolutely out of the question.

After responding, Max stopped paying attention to the conversation and instead focused on the pile of documents in front of him.

It was bedtime, yet he felt not the slightest hint of sleepiness. After all the recent upheaval, he

wondered how Brielle was feeling. Was she at her apartment?

With these thoughts in mind, he slowly stood, picking up his suit jacket. Just as he reached the downstairs, he ran into Wesley, who was warming up some milk. “Sir, you’re up late.”

Max was usually punctual in his routine, except when working overtime. Seeing him with his suit Wesley assumed Max was heading to the office for more work.

“Sir, shall I wake Patrick to drive you over?”

“No need.”

had already reached the foyer, his demeanor as businesslike

figure, Wesley thus about how Dorsey

linked to Max’s diligence. It was late, yet here he was, off to handle more company matters. Wesley decided it was time to brew some hearty soup to help Max sustain his energy. Max

doing? Why was he out in the dead of night, looking for

of their relationship – they clicked, so they played their roles in this charade. There

no need, Max’s

plastered with colorful eye–catching ads. The first time he woke up in this building, those ads gave him a moment of discomfort. It wasn’t that he looked down on the place; rather, he

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the elevator, Max stopped at the familiar door and rang the

however carefree she might be, was likely awake. After ringing the bell three times with no answer, he

[Where are you?]

in a chilly hospital corridor, the air damp and cold.

operating room went out, and

have other children? We didn’t miss the golden hour for treatment, but his constitution is weak. He’ll be wheelchair–dependent

from such an episode. Mark had been

felt as though her heart had been punctured. “Isn’t there

If you hadn’t brought him in immediately, the patient might have ended up paralyzed.”

back the stinging in her eyes and slowly nodded.

the door, her hand on the frame, uncertain whether to go in.

Instead, she raised her hand to rub her forehead, exchanged a few

door, wondering if perhaps she was asleep and hadn’t seen the messages. He tentatively rang the bell again, and