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.”

already reached the foyer, his demeanor

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 headed to the garage and chose a

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

their relationship – they clicked, so they played their roles in this charade. There was no need for

need, Max’s exit

but quite aged, its elevator 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 thought it odd for the daughter

Chapter 148

elevator, Max stopped at the familiar door and

awake. After ringing the bell three

[Where are you?]

chilly hospital corridor, the

in surgery, and finally, the lights in the operating room went

eyes red with fatigue, “Does the patient have other children? We didn’t miss the golden hour for treatment,

into a vegetable from such an episode. Mark had been lucky this

been punctured. “Isn’t there anything else we can try? Money is not an

If you hadn’t brought him in immediately, the

blinked back the stinging in

to a room, and Brielle stood at the door, her hand on the frame, uncertain whether

was a message from Max. At this moment, she really didn’t have the energy to deal with it. Instead, she raised her hand

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