Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 243

“Are you out of your mind? You’re not afraid I’ll spill the beans to Max?”

Ryan chuckled, a look of sheer confidence plastered across his face, “If you don’t care about what happens to Mark, then by all means, go tell Max.

Brielle stood up, her gaze burning with fury. “What have you done with Mark?”

“Just invited him over for a little visit, that’s all. Do as I say, and the man walks free. You know what I’m capable of.”

Brielle took a deep breath and eased back into her seat. No wonder Ryan had the guts to confront her today; he’d already taken control of Mark.

She had been negligent. She had long been entangled in the complexities of the Dorsey family. In addition, Max had gone to the Rowland family that night. Those seeking to retaliate against him, even if holding onto a slim hope, would target her.

Ryan sneered, “If you procrastinate, I’ll have someone snip off the old guy’s fingers right now.”

“I’ll do it,” she agreed.

a month’s supply. It’ll end Max with a silent coronary.

a deep breath, her fingers on one side clenched tightly, nails digging deep into the palm. To deal with Max, he had gone to great lengths to

eyes gleamed with satisfaction, as if everything was within his grasp. “Once Max is back in the country,

then she stared at the white bottle in her

photo of her meeting with Ryan at the café had already made its way to Max. Clearly, it’s a

and caring for his mother. He finally

accepted the bottle–had she agreed

threat before, but the object of the threat was Brielle, and he found himself patient, curious about

filled with the rich aroma of coffee. Alivia set the coffee on

break? You haven’t slept in days. Your mother’s finally settled down. Why not rest a

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rubbed his temples, clearly exhausted. He finished the coffee, and a doctor came

months between episodes, then three. Now it’s monthly. The experts are constantly revising the treatment, but Martha’s reluctant to cooperate.

more alert. He wouldn’t bring his mother back to Beaconsfield unless it was absolutely necessary, because her spirits would plummet as soon as she laid eyes