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.”

mansion and getting into his car, Max’s expression darkened. William was aware of his ties

probably spurred him to do

was

tactics, reclaiming the project. This way, he could put Max in his

and Michael, and furthermore, strain Max’s relationship

with one

this time not to blab

bringing this matter to Michael directly,

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would lead back to Brielle.

driving up front, noticed Max looking exhausted and couldn’t help asking. “Sir, are you worried about Ms. Brielle’s

no one could guess what Michael’s would do, Given Michael’s ruthless tactics against Everett, Brielle wouldn’t stand a

attention. It seemed necessary to take other measures. At the very least, Max couldn’t allow her to

Patrick knew he must’ve been pondering

through Beaconsfield. Those with a keen sense sensed the change, but outsiders remained