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.

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sneezed, feeling the indelible humiliation in the bathroom

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said, “Ms. Haywood, I heard that several executives made a beeline for Dorsey International this morning, probably

up, a flicker of confusion in

every move, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of irritation toward her,

their way to Dorsey International. By now, they were

guys went straight to Max, the CEO, which spelled trouble. Everyone knew Max was

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 of a lily, making one wonder

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were to be fired, especially by the CEO of Dorsey International, the fallout would be immense. Her career prospects would dim, and then, with a little favor from him, perhaps she’d be groveling for mercy under him–what a

reckon you’ll be getting a call from Dorsey International any minute now, inviting you over in person. Of all the people they sent over,

expected his words to unnerve Brielle, but she merely reached for some documents nearby.

frustration with her palpable. Just wait, you witch! That call from Dorsey International