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

his retreating figure, Wesley thus about how Dorsey International’s success

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

out in

so they played their roles in this charade. There was no need for seriousness. And certainly no need to lose sleep over

Max’s exit from

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

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elevator, Max stopped at the familiar door and rang the

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

[Where are you?]

Brielle sat in a chilly hospital corridor, the air damp

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

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

become paralyzed, even turn into a vegetable from such an episode. Mark had been lucky this

felt as though her heart had been punctured. “Isn’t there anything else we can try? Money is not

brought him in immediately,

the stinging in

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

it was a message from Max. At this moment, she really didn’t have the energy to deal with it. Instead, she raised her hand to rub her forehead, exchanged a few words with the doctor, reduced some swelling on her cheeks,

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