Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 541

It seemed Michael never intended to let Brielle into the esteemed Dorsey family.

If Brielle didn’t agree to his terms tonight, Michael could freely go after her without restraint, since she would’ve refused first.

If she agreed, it was a task doomed to fail from the start. Obsessed with achieving the impossible, Brielle would inevitably neglect Max’s feelings. With their time together dwindling, conflicts would naturally arise.

And in the end, even if Brielle managed to accomplish this Herculean task, Stellar Stage Entertainment would fall entirely into the hands of Alivia. Michael had made it clear he wouldn’t let Alivia suffer, so anything Brielle fought tooth and nail for would just end up in Alivia’s hands, easing the bitterness in her heart.

The butler, listening from the sidelines, slowly lowered his lashes in contemplation of Michael’s machinations, which certainly didn’t end there.

The six–month timeline was, in fact, a countdown to Brielle’s downfall. Michael would not allow a woman who climbed the ladder through her looks to be by his most accomplished son’s side.

Picking up a fountain pen, Michael wrote down a word on a piece of paper, then decisively crossed it out with two swift strokes.

“If she happens to get pregnant with Max’s child during this ordeal, it’ll be a double tragedy. I won’t acknowledge her or the child. As for Max, I have my ways to deal with him.” His tone was casual, as if the lives of a woman and a child were no more than a disposable piece of

paper.

Once so proud, Everett had been broken and now meekly shadowed Victoria. His dignity was stripped to the point of reporting even the frequency of their sexual encounters, living like a mere tool.

man, how much more ruthless would

fallout with Max, the butler ventured a word of caution.

have an ace up my sleeve. Max couldn’t possibly remain enamored with Brielle for

but Michael’s confidence seemed to indicate he was holding a winning hand. With that, the butler said no more.

end of the city,

had just entered the grand hall. Wesley, with cheeks flushed with excitement, hurried over. “Sir, Ms. Brielle,

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take a shower” He felt the lingering scent of tobacco on his clothes from smoking earlier that

up the

quickly instructed the staff to finish hanging the decorations throughout Premier Palace. In a short time, the yard

up with joy. Who would have thought that one day, Premier Palace would look

wonder in his voice. “This is the first time Premier Palace has been filled with such life and color. Ms. Brielle, I am truly grateful for your presence in the master’s life. You’re his

changed him.

quite right; it wasn’t that she was Max’s best

towel wrapped. around his waist, emerging from

mist, Brielle saw dark,

to the day she found lipstick on his

different, though. That could have