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?”

pictures get to the Barnes family, what are you going to tell Jose, Max? Don’t go down the same path as your

the Dorsey family are practically

the woman in the photos wasn’t Brielle,

good, and she hopes you’ll settle down soon. Alivia calls her

youngest son, didn’t share a mother with his siblings. In Michael’s era, the laws still allowed for multiple wives, following old traditions. Max’s mother was the last lawful

this last wife. Even Max, her son, was his pride and joy.

take care of mother, and as

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even if it

been decisive, and even if he hadn’t been

could have climbed into the elite circles on

words, only Max had the audacity to speak to him like that, and yet he couldn’t argue.

it were Brielle, what then?

harsh to everyone else in the Dorsey family but dared not press too hard on his