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.

approach with a man, how much more ruthless would he be with a woman trying to pull

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

ace up my sleeve. Max couldn’t possibly

but Michael’s confidence seemed to indicate he was holding a winning hand. With that, the butler said

the other end of the city,

the grand hall. Wesley, with cheeks flushed with excitement, hurried over. “Sir, Ms. Brielle, dinner will be ready in

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take a shower” He felt the lingering scent of tobacco

picked up the partially knitted

couple reconciled, quickly instructed the staff to finish hanging the decorations throughout Premier Palace. In a

vibrant colors filling the yard, and her face lit up with

his voice. “This is the first time Premier Palace has been filled with such

changed him.

Brielle thought that wasn’t quite right; it wasn’t that she was Max’s best choice, but rather that the best man had chosen her.

around his waist, emerging from the steamy bathroom. His tall

dark,

beat, her mind racing back to the day she found

have been an