Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 443

Although the media circus remained blissfully unaware, those within the inner circle had their ears filled with whispers and rumors about the Dorsey clan. Max, the heir apparent to Dorsey International, was a busy man, especially with his brothers, each more conniving than the last.

Andrew shorted with disdain, I’d have had enough of it. If I were in his shoes, I would’ve kicked out the whole lot of them–William, Ryan, every last one–right out of the Dorsey family.”

The Clements family didn’t have the same sibling rivalry, which was probably why they took in Aubree in the first place. As for Andrew, his role as the heir had been carved out for him from birth, unlike the Dorseys‘ gladiatorial fight for the throne.

Kenzo set his glass down with a clink, corners of his mouth lifting in a smirk, reminding Andrew. “Just don’t get on Max’s bad side by talking smack about Brielle when he shows up.”

“How am I the one causing him grief? Isn’t he the one who can’t decide who to be with because of your sister?” Andrew retorted.

Was Max being indecisive, though? That hardly seemed to fit Max.

Max arrived promptly and, without reaching for a drink, settled into a quiet observation of the

room’s screen.

eyebrow. The Dorsey drama

closing slowly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in

nor Kenzo disturbed him, and just as they were about to take a sip of their drinks, Max suddenly asked, “What do you guys think

“Cough cough!”

“Choke!”

sputtered, with Andrew nearly crying from the shock. His glass was shaking so much that the drink spilled. They must have heard wrong. Was Max asking for dating advice? But

glass down, face serious. “Max, we men don’t chase after women’s affections.”

response dripping with sarcasm, “And

a rare

think it’s good, actually. Max used to be too cold and unapproachable.

guy who, at sixteen, had Wall Street tycoons falling

smiled,

a symbol of Wall Street, not a free