Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 342

Alivia watched his retreating figure, a hint of infatuation flickering in her eyes.

She had met plenty of men, each like a firework at her fingertips, bright for a moment before fading into dull ash. But Max was different, a constant presence in her life, like the North Star, illuminating her entire existence. No matter who the other woman was, Alivia was determined to eliminate her competition.

A sharp glint crossed her gaze.

Raised as an elite lady of high society, she had been groomed for greatness from a young age. Upon reaching an age of awareness, she began to scout for a suitable future husband.

It was at one of those high–society parties that she first laid eyes on Max. Even then, he possessed an aura of unapproachability, standing stoically beside Michael.

Pride emanated from Michael as he proclaimed to everyone that this boy was the chosen heir to the Dorsey family legacy. Immediately, the atmosphere thickened with significant glances. Alivia even thought she saw a few glares, sharp enough to cut.

Max, the youngest son of Michael and Martha, had nearly cost his mother her life at birth. And indeed, he had shown extraordinary abilities from an early age. Yet, he was only ten when Michael announced him as the next heir. Facing siblings nearly two decades his senior, how did he survive the conspiracies that surely followed?

Max had endured. To the adults, a ten–year–old child was like a fish

face

The heir of the Dorsey family had to pass through trials by fire. Leaking the

adulthood, the title would be his. If he died, he would simply be

successful person was often built upon a mound of defeated

quelled the surge of emotion in her chest, softening her tone. “Max, you’ve barely rested two hours. Aunt Martha’s condition needs further observation. Why don’t you rest a bit

“Alivia, thank you.”

intervention, Alivia might have been seriously hurt. But she shrugged

the depth of her obsession with Max, even if it

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only been in research for two years. Though it can suppress Aunt Martha’s condition, there are potential

madness, It would be manageable. But in her frenzied states, she would lash out at anyone nearby, and in their absence, she would turn on herself. This was the extreme manifestation of bipolar and depressive disorders. Martha had even bitten her own

others and herself. Without a better option, Max would never consider such medication. But if they did nothing, Martha would never regain her sanity and remain at beast capable of