Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 532

The air was thick with tensiun Brielle felt like a convict being marched to the gallows, undergoing the ecrutinizing gaze of those around her

She noticed Max hadn’t approached yet, and whispered just loud enough for the two of them to hear “Ta okay, Max. Trust me, I can handle this.”

Max’s lips tightened for a moment before he reluctantly took a seat on the couch.

Spencer, sitting nearby, couldn’t help but let a smirk of irony cross his face. He had thought Max was quite fond of Brielle, but it seemed that was all it was. When it came down to it, and the senior members of the Dorsey family gathered, Max didn’t dare openly defend Brielle. It was pitiful,

His gaze bore into Brielle, searching her face for a trace of fear. He couldn’t let go, even now. Just looking at Brielle made his heart ache, an ache so severe it felt like death.

His nostrils flared with bitterness, his eyes red and hot with unshed tears. Every day, he pondered on how to break them apart, even fueling the fire online. He did everything within his power, only to push Brielle further away.

Spencer clenched his fists tightly, his eyes never leaving Brielle as if he wished to devour her whole. Yet, Brielle didn’t panic. She sat quietly, waiting for Michael’s next words.

Michael lifted his cup, his tone authoritative. “Do you realize you have no right to cross this threshold?”

At that, Max’s expression darkened with defiance, “Father.” His tone was firm.

just stating the facts. The chatter outside is far harsher than anything I might say. Or do you plan

powerful, not

nodded in agreement, clearly finding his point

Everett simply didn’t care about the Dorsey family’s affairs. Still, he couldn’t help but scrutinize Brielle, sneering internally. He could already anticipate her downfall–a mere female version of

her eyes clear upon hearing Michael’s words. “Michael, I’ve always believed that

you. If you feel

Max hard. He spoke sparingly, but every word counted.

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skyscraper. When it falls, those inside would perish, and he wouldn’t

He might’ve been certain

he trust Brielle?

was as astute as Max. Without uttering a harsh word, every phrase was a needle to their hearts.

seemed futile. Her very existence threatened to harm

willing to risk. Max isn’t a calculated choice for me; he’s a conviction I pursue despite knowing better. He lacks nothing, and if he chose me, it’s because I offer what he most desires–sincerity and loyalty. I will continue to give him my all, unreservedly.”