Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 198

Hearing that response, Michael’s worries dissipated, and his gaze drifted to the coffee table. “I’ve no idea who took this picture, but looking closely, the person in it doesn’t even look like

you.”

The scene was too blurry, and there wasn’t a single clear shot of a face, so it could be anyone. But that anonymous text had planted the seed in his mind that it was Max and Brielle, so the more he looked, the more he saw the resemblance.

Now, with Max’s answer, Michael was fully at ease, he chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.

“Better not to know. Just go ahead and marry Alivia. You’re young. You’ll understand in time.”

Max stared at the crystal–clear liquid in Michael’s cup, his lips lightly pursed, “Next time there’s a photo like this, you don’t need to worry. I don’t want to end up like Victoria.”

Everyone in the Dorsey clan knew how tough Michael had been on Everett. So controlling that he even dictated how often they should have sex each month, and if Victoria ever missed her ‘quota‘, she’d come running to Michael, tears in her eyes, to complain.

“Ha, just make sure you don’t end up embarrassing yourself like Victoria did. I can understand her getting caught up in love. She’s a woman after all, but Dorsey men can’t allow that to sway them. Look at your older brothers, and that young buck Spencer. Dorsey men are not known to

be fools in love.”

himself had had his fair share of women, but in his eyes, very few were worth having children with. It was only

absentmindedly twirled his rosary, a gesture that made Michael wave it off, “Let’s put an end to tonight’s drama. Whoever set this up, we’re not

an eyebrow and chuckled lightly. “Looks like Dad’s got the

through wars and

tactics?

sat alone on the sofa, a frown creasing his forehead, his fingers

and approached him, “Sir, if you’re feeling down, shall I invite Ms.

“No need.”

mind obviously on the

and Michael. Although Max hadn’t admitted it, he had made his stance clear: even if

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by her, refusing to allow her to walk Everett’s tragic

it was

be the future mistress of the house, and so

his throat, “I heard Ms. Brielle just got out of the hospital. I’ll have the

verbally