Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 313

Max’s fingertips faintly stirred as he lifted his gaze. “Bradley’s gonna screw up sooner or later.” Michael arched an eyebrow, his tone casual. “I recall Bradley’s doing quite well for himself. He wouldn’t have outplayed all those rivals if he wasn’t.

“It’s just a matter of time.” Whenever Max wished for trouble, it would brew.

Michael choked on those words, feeling an even greater headache coming on. Sometimes, talking to his youngest son was infuriating enough to drive a man to his grave.

William and Ryan were all respectful and deferential, but with Max, it was always Michael who ended up eating humble pie.

“Since William is so keen on this project, let him have at it. It’s just a medium–sized venture, after all. He’s done his fair share for Dorsey International over the years; can’t deny him this small request.”

Michael thought back to last night when William suddenly showed up at the family mansion. dutifully sharing supper with him. It was only afterward that William brought up Bradley, carefully omitting the fact that the project was one that Max had discarded.

What was William up to?

Max stood, understanding that Michael was playing the peacemaker, hinting that denying this favor would be a slight against his elders. “This won’t set a precedent.”

Michael lifted a hand, pressing at his brow once more. “Yeah, let your brother have his way with

it.”

the family mansion and getting into his car, Max’s expression darkened. William was aware of his ties with Brielle, but just lacking

abandon the partnership with Bradley, and it probably spurred him to do some

was all

William shifted tactics, reclaiming the project. This way, he could put Max

discord between Max and Michael, and furthermore, strain Max’s relationship with Brielle, stirring up

with one

together the intricate puzzle, closing his eyes. William was meticulous, clever enough this time not to

this matter to Michael directly, Max would inevitably raise

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later, it would

couldn’t help asking. “Sir,

guess what Michael’s would do, Given Michael’s

wasn’t just concern; Brielle had already caught William’s attention. It seemed necessary to take other measures. At the very least, Max couldn’t

he must’ve been pondering

a tense undercurrent flowed through Beaconsfield. Those with a keen sense