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.

the nerve to treat her like this, she’d better be prepared for the consequences.

sneezed, feeling the indelible humiliation in the bathroom imprinted in

morning, Brielle arrived early

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she settled into her office than Keagan, reveling in schadenfreude, said, “Ms. Haywood, I heard that several executives

flicker of confusion

an eyebrow. Despite his secret mission to monitor Brielle’s every move, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of irritation toward her, wishing for her swift

made their way to Dorsey International. By now, they were likely standing in the CEO’s office.

those guys went straight to Max, the CEO, which spelled trouble. Everyone knew Max was a hard man; if

been smitten with her looks from the get–go. He’d been around the block

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would be immense. Her career prospects would dim, and then, with

call from Dorsey International any minute now, inviting you over in person. Of all the people they sent over, you’re the only one they’re hauling up to Dorsey Tower to face the music.

some documents nearby. “After the cuts to the year–end bonus, how much capital can we free

witch! That call from Dorsey International