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.”

the foyer, his

Wesley thus about how Dorsey International’s

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

in the dead

the nature of their relationship – they clicked, so they played their roles in this charade. There was no need for seriousness. And certainly

he reasoned there was no need, Max’s exit

a moment of discomfort.

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the familiar door

be, was likely awake. After ringing the bell three times with no answer, he remembered WhatsApp and

[Where are you?]

chilly hospital corridor, the air damp and

in surgery, and finally, the lights in the operating

the patient have other children? We didn’t miss the golden hour for treatment, but

vegetable from such an episode. Mark had

punctured. “Isn’t there anything else we

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

blinked back the stinging in her eyes and slowly

room, and Brielle stood at the door, her hand

to deal with it. Instead, she raised her hand

rang the bell again, and suddenly a neighbor opened their door, irate. “What the hell are