Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 435

Max’s face remained expressionless as he listened to Michael mention his name.

Michael spoke again. “Max, I’m entrusting this to you. Take this woman and her child and get them out of here. Drop them off somewhere only you know about, so that certain prying eyes Can’t follow.”

After finishing his directive, Michael turned his gaze toward the kneeling woman. “Tell me, how much do you want?”

Without any hesitation, the woman stated, “Fifty million.”

Michael had no intention of saying anything further, so with a dismissive wave of his hand, his consent was given.

Max stood up, ready to escort the woman away, but Spencer, who had been sitting quietly in a corner, also stood up. “Uncle Max, I’ll come with you.”

Max’s brow furrowed at the Interruption, only to hear Spencer add. “After all, he is my half–brother,”

Discussing so–called family ties within the Dorsey clan was almost laughable, but Max didn’t call Spencer out on it.

The woman followed quietly, holding her child close. The child was only six months old, smiling and reaching out to grab his mother’s face.

presence, she sighed and gently soothed him, “Be a good little man.” She knew he couldn’t understand, but her

laughter, unable to resist

a ticket into high society. She even believed she wouldn’t feel anything for the kid. But at the sight of the child, all her schemes vanished

she chose to confront them directly. If the Dorseys wanted her child

Michael was willing

just her and her son against the world. But now, facing this utterly impassive man, her heart raced wildly. She knew of Max and had heard Ryan mention him more than once, describing him as a cold, merciless, unfeeling creature. So, when he approached,

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I’ll leave as soon as I have the money! Really, I won’t cause any trouble for the Dorsey family!”

“The child shouldn’t exist. I’ve arranged the money and a doctor,

with the woman before.

her greed that had led her here. She dreamed only of entering

loomed over her, she was about to scramble backward, but then she saw him lean in, gently lifting the child from

cradling him. Yet the child didn’t cry, even giggled, thinking it was

chosen to keep him, so he stays. I’ll arrange