Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 595

She had no worries; as long as Mr. Spencer showed up at the company, her situation was bound to improve. After all, she was Mr. Spencer’s girl, and Spencer would surely have her

back.

However, to everyone’s surprise, it wasn’t Spencer who got the director’s chair, but William’s son, Antonio.

Spencer had been doing nothing but drowning his sorrows in booze, neglecting his work like it was a dirty shirt. Michael had given him a final deadline, but Spencer had ended up in the hospital just in time.

Seizing the opportunity, William played his cards right in front of Michael, and the position that should have been Spencer’s ended up with his son.

Now, William and his son were both in the corridors of power at Dorsey International, occupying top positions. Ryan and his family were either kicked out of Beaconsfield or stripped of their duties, completely out of the game. As for Victoria, what storm could that lovesick woman possibly stir up?

William’s eyes twinkled with mirth, confident that Dorsey International would be theirs once Max was out of the picture.

at Michael earnestly. “Dad, I think Spencer’s still hung up on Brielle, and that’s why he’s in such distress. You know, Brielle’s gotten mixed up with Max, and, well, if Max ends up like Spencer because

won’t give Spencer another dime. If he wants to self–destruct, he’ll have to fend for

Max. If he could just add fuel to

doesn’t need your meddling.” Michael’s voice was heavy, and he sipped his coffee with deliberate calm. “If you’re as

managed to keep his composure, barely. “Dad, I’m just

family were a joke. In the face of

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No matter how far he goes or how high he flies,

implication. Did Michael have

family’s dealings, entrusting everything to Max. Max had managed the family’s affairs impeccably from abroad, especially Dorsey International, which had soared under his leadership. Michael seemed to be

the business world, such a statement forced William to be

lost control, he had a way to handle him. So all William had to do was sit back, occasionally stoke the flames, and avoid drawing