Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 584

In the wee hours of the morning, around 3 a.m., the doctor came looking for Max with news that Martha had refused further medication.

Max slowly lifted his head, his tone steady. “Inject her with a sedative.”

The doctor hesitated. “But Ms. Martha is quite resistant. About sedatives, we need her consent.”

“Then slip the medication into her food. Make her sleep through it.”

Reluctantly, the doctor nodded and passed the message to the rest of the staff.

Since Alivia had her people in the sanatorium, she quickly learned of these developments. She hadn’t expected Max to be so forceful, to actually lace his mother’s food with sleeping agents. A flicker of spite crossed her eyes, and her lips curled in a smirk.

“Tomorrow morning, when you’re tending to Martha, let slip this little tidbit. But be discreet. Just pretend you’re chatting and make sure she overhears.”

“Understood, Ms. Alivia. You can count on us to carry out the task.”

After hanging up, Alivia snorted. This way, Max’s trick would be useless. Martha would probably refuse to eat altogether, standing her ground against him.

like this, she’d better be prepared

indelible humiliation in the bathroom imprinted in her mind..

early at

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I heard that several executives made a beeline for Dorsey

looked up, a flicker of confusion in her

monitor Brielle’s every move, he couldn’t

Dorsey International. By now, they were likely standing in

had someone in her corner at Dorsey International, but those guys went straight to Max, the CEO, which spelled trouble. Everyone knew Max was a hard man;

Keagan eyed Brielle, greed flashed in his gaze. Truth be told, he’d been smitten with her looks from the get–go. He’d been around the block in showbiz, but her face was the one that haunted him–the cool elegance

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Her career prospects would dim, and then, with a little favor from him, perhaps she’d be groveling

Of all the people they sent over, you’re the only one they’re hauling up to Dorsey Tower to

some documents nearby. “After the cuts

you witch! That