Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 648

Michael knew better than to try to outlast Max In a game of patience. He had watched his youngest son grow Into a man who could keep his lips sealed just as tightly as his father, If not more so.

Having finished the last stroke of his calligraphy, Michael set down the brush and

accepted a handkerchief from the butler to clean his hands. “What’s your plan with the Clements family?”

“Haven’t you already done everything that needs to be done?”

A chill flickered in Michael’s eyes. He finished wiping his fingers and handed the handkerchief back to the butler. “I’ve spoken with the Clements family and made some concessions. The damages are around a billion dollars.”

Max considered this for a few seconds before responding. “It can be deducted from my personal account.”

“Max!”

Michael’s anger flared, and he slapped the desk. It was the first time he’d ever lashed out at Max like this, a hint of frost in his glare. “All this for a woman. You seem pretty content to be the butt of the joke.”

It was a harsh accusation. After all, any random chapter from Max’s life thus far had been nothing but highlight reels. He was never the topic of ridicule.

“Father, having Brielle by my side is icing on the cake.”

it was the first time he’d been this incensed. His chest heaved in silent laughter, though it was anything but humorous. “I’ve heard Martha’s condition

agitated. I did what I

“Absurd!”

at Max’s

make things difficult for her for at least half a year. But if you continue with this outrageous behavior, don’t blame me for breaking our agreement. Max, I won’t touch you, but I can’t make the same promise for Brielle. She has

an affront to everything Michael stood for. Moreover, it was with the heir to the Clements family, a brother who

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Alivia spend more time with your mother. Consider how you might make

recompense wasn’t for Alivia but

know Alivia wants

were blunt, typical of

serve to aggravate him further, Michael waved

away.

the broken glass. Then he stepped into his car parked outside. He was about to reply to Brielle’s message on his phone when

new to Dorsey International to be your assistant. He forgot to mention it earlier and sent me here to

be that required Michael’s personal attention?

he drove to Dorsey International and saw the woman who appeared on the top floor, his brow furrowed ever

new assistant was a woman with a passing resemblance to Brielle. If Sydney had merely copied Brielle’s dress sense, then this woman had captured Brielle’s essence. Her every gesture, combined with