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.

The Dorsey drama must’ve really been

leaned back, eyes closing slowly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the

nor Kenzo disturbed him, and just as they were about to take a sip of their drinks,

“Cough cough!”

“Choke!”

spilled. They must have heard wrong. Was Max asking for dating advice? But

face serious. “Max, we men don’t

glanced at him, his response dripping with sarcasm, “And wouldn’t you have the nerve to say that?”

flushed, a

actually. Max used to be too cold and unapproachable. Asking

“Down–to–earth? The guy who, at sixteen, had Wall Street tycoons

just smiled, keeping silent.

not a symbol of Wall Street, not