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.”

His chest heaved in silent laughter, though it was anything but humorous. “I’ve heard Martha’s condition has worsened. The sanatorium has called you several times, and you’ve been ignoring them, even going

was too agitated. I did what I felt was best for her.”

“Absurd!”

at Max’s feet.

a year. But if you continue with this outrageous behavior, don’t blame me for breaking our agreement. Max, I won’t touch you,

everything Michael stood for. Moreover, it was with the heir

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hold back. “I’ll have Alivia spend more time with your mother. Consider how you might make it up to her. Jose enjoys collecting art. I happen to have a piece he would appreciate, ‘The Twelve Scenes of Landscape.”

wasn’t for Alivia but for

Alivia wants more than that.”

prepared to offer.” Max’s words were blunt, typical

conversation would only serve to aggravate him further,

away.

car parked outside. He was about to reply to Brielle’s message on his phone

to be your assistant. He forgot to mention it earlier and sent me here to inform you. Also, he insisted that you are not to

new person be that required Michael’s personal

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

this woman had captured Brielle’s essence. Her every gesture, combined with the resemblance, could easily be mistaken for Brielle’s