Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 197

Inside the grand halls of Premier Palace, Max strode into the living room, his blazer casually draped over his elbow.

The butler took his belongings and hung them on the nearby coat rack.

Michael sat upright on the sofa, his piercing gaze settling on Max, “Why are you home so late?” Max slipped off his cufflinks, tossing them carelessly to the butler, and made his way to the couch, “Had a few drinks with Andrew.”

The scent of liquor clung to him, and on the coffee table lay several photographs–the very ones. William had been holding,

Max wasn’t in a rush. He picked up the photos, studied them for a moment before commenting. “Not a bad shot.”

“Ridiculous!”

The sharpness in that single word sent the servants scurrying out of the room, heads lowered and faces flushed with panic.

“Is that Brielle in these pictures?”

Max chuckled and took a seat, “What makes you think that’s Brielle?”

what are you going to tell Jose, Max?

and she’s set her heart on you. The Barnes family and the Dorsey family are practically

the woman in the photos wasn’t

sighed deeply, “Her health hasn’t been good, and she hopes you’ll settle down soon. Alivia calls her every month. I

for multiple wives, following old traditions. Max’s mother was the last lawful

his life, but he had poured all his affection into this last wife. Even Max, her

arranged for someone to take care of mother,

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even if it were Brielle, so

had always been decisive, and even if he hadn’t been born

circles on his own merit. No

tightened at his words, only Max had the audacity to speak to him like that, and

if it were Brielle, what then? What did he

to everyone else in the Dorsey family but dared not press too hard on his youngest son.