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

his retreating figure, Wesley thus about how Dorsey

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 more subdued Mulsanne to drive

was he doing? Why was he out in the

their roles in this charade. There was no need for seriousness. And certainly no

reasoned there was no need, Max’s exit from the car

time he woke up in this building, those ads gave him a moment of discomfort. It wasn’t that he looked down on the

Chapter 148

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

she might be, was likely awake. After ringing the bell three times with no answer, he remembered WhatsApp and sent her a

[Where are you?]

Brielle sat in a chilly hospital corridor, the air damp and

and finally, the lights in the operating

eyes red with fatigue, “Does the patient have other children? We didn’t miss the golden hour for treatment, but his constitution is weak. He’ll be wheelchair–dependent

into a vegetable from such an episode.

there anything else we can try? Money is not an issue.”

sorry, we’ve done all we can. If you hadn’t brought him in immediately,

blinked back the stinging in her eyes and slowly nodded.

moved to a room, and Brielle stood at the door,

the energy to deal with it. Instead, she raised her hand to rub

hadn’t seen the messages. He tentatively rang the bell again, and suddenly a neighbor opened their door, irate. “What the hell are you doing in